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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 L. Decosne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
Altered Images,
Metal Thangz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Womack,
Rakim,
Camouflage,
Roxette,
The Kinks,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne,
Cal Tjader,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABBA,
Joy Division,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Godley & Creme,
Jawbox,
Fluxion,
Pulsallama,
DNA,
Lou Christie,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Victims,
Ken Boothe,
Byron Stingily,
Bauhaus,
Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Moon,
Minutemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Half Japanese,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dirtbombs,
Piero Umiliani,
Underground Resistance,
The Doors,
Stockholm Monsters,
LL Cool J,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.