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 Eritrea and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Mummies to the crunk 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry 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?
Pere Ubu,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
Adolescents,
Kas Product,
A Certain Ratio,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flipper,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
The Moleskins,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonic Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
Q65,
Ken Boothe,
Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
Ituana,
Swell Maps,
Ronan,
Cymande,
Saccharine Trust,
The Associates,
In Retrospect,
T.S.O.L.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
48th St. Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Index,
X-102,
Susan Cadogan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
The Black Dice,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boogie Down Productions,
Banda Bassotti,
Sandy B,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television Personalities,
David Bowie,
Todd Rundgren,
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
The Litter,
Slave,
The Happenings,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.