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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 OOIOO to the grime 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Real Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Certain Ratio,
Bob Dylan,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
KRS-One,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Standells,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thee Headcoats,
EPMD,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Colin Newman,
Y Pants,
John Foxx,
Chris Corsano,
The Buckinghams,
Cal Tjader,
Rosa Yemen,
Deepchord,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
Urselle,
the Sonics,
The Names,
Main Source,
The Residents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
Warren Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Sight & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lower 48,
Tomorrow,
Q65,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cramps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Qualms,
Boz Scaggs,
The Searchers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.