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 Rwanda and from London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Detroit Cobras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Procol Harum,
X-101,
Amon Düül,
Blancmange,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crime,
Crooked Eye,
Rufus Thomas,
Harry Pussy,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
PIL,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scion,
The Wake,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
MDC,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Flag,
Skaos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fatback Band,
Wings,
Shuggie Otis,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
The Fuzztones,
Camouflage,
Tubeway Army,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ituana,
Pole,
EPMD,
Ornette Coleman,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Kinks,
Unwound,
Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
In Retrospect,
AZ,
Panda Bear,
Radio Birdman,
The Cramps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Copeland,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Subhumans,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.