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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 PIL to the grunge 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Move,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smoke,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Fraelich,
David Axelrod,
Anthony Braxton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Iggy Pop,
Malaria!,
Blake Baxter,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
E-Dancer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nas,
Black Bananas,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Depeche Mode,
Brand Nubian,
The Fugs,
Interpol,
Parry Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Juan Atkins,
The Happenings,
Fad Gadget,
Marvin Gaye,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
JFA,
Soulsonic Force,
Jandek,
Reuben Wilson,
Morten Harket,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Martian,
Wire,
Popol Vuh,
The Durutti Column,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
Magma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Sheep,
Aural Exciters,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siglo XX,
Robert Hood,
MDC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.