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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 The Gories to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Selecter,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
Anakelly,
Barbara Tucker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiohead,
Minor Threat,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Tubeway Army,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter and Kerry,
Agitation Free,
Agent Orange,
Smog,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Wake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Laurel Aitken,
Tom Boy,
Rosa Yemen,
Magma,
Mission of Burma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Grass Roots,
Wire,
The Fall,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gun Club,
8 Eyed Spy,
T.S.O.L.,
Talk Talk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fluxion,
Deadbeat,
Harpers Bizarre,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Massinfluence,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grey Daturas,
The Star Department,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.