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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
Joy Division,
Slave,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
Wasted Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
Letta Mbulu,
The Litter,
The Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
The Alarm Clocks,
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
The Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Associates,
Moss Icon,
Guru Guru,
The Martian,
Unwound,
X-101,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül,
The Techniques,
B.T. Express,
Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Oneida,
Scrapy,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grauzone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun City Girls,
Minny Pops,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
ABBA,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moebius,
Stockholm Monsters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brick,
Q65,
Robert Hood,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.