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 Israel and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Birthday Party to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
New York Dolls,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
PIL,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-102,
a-ha,
Letta Mbulu,
Blake Baxter,
Slave,
Livin' Joy,
This Heat,
Audionom,
Absolute Body Control,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
Isaac Hayes,
UT,
Colin Newman,
Camberwell Now,
Nico,
Lungfish,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon,
The Martian,
Hardrive,
Whodini,
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul,
Youth Brigade,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
Icehouse,
John Cale,
The Leaves,
Yellowson,
The Wake,
Talk Talk,
Sight & Sound,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
Barrington Levy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Halsall,
Ossler,
Hoover,
Inner City,
Metal Thangz,
Alton Ellis,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.