Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tuvalu and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Evens to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Yazoo,
John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ohio Players,
Aloha Tigers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alton Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Easy Going,
Panda Bear,
Nick Fraelich,
Procol Harum,
Mantronix,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yaz,
X-Ray Spex,
Tres Demented,
Whodini,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shoche,
Organ,
Bill Wells,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Womack,
Negative Approach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pop Group,
Cymande,
CMW,
The Flesh Eaters,
Khruangbin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terry Callier,
LL Cool J,
Essential Logic,
Icehouse,
Warren Ellis,
PIL,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wire,
The Residents,
The Smoke,
This Heat,
Avey Tare,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sound,
Basic Channel,
MC5,
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.