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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Terry Callier to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
Con Funk Shun,
China Crisis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fat Boys,
Hardrive,
The Gladiators,
Franke,
Bobby Sherman,
Buzzcocks,
Scientists,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
The Litter,
The Zeros,
Shoche,
Qualms,
Japan,
E-Dancer,
Harmonia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swell Maps,
The Names,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Zero Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Association,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mars,
Oneida,
Arthur Verocai,
Boz Scaggs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Judy Mowatt,
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Country Teasers,
Michelle Simonal,
Terrestrial Tones,
World's Most,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tears for Fears,
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.