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 Haiti and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 the Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
Iggy Pop,
The Cramps,
John Lydon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
New Age Steppers,
The Cowsills,
Masters at Work,
The Black Dice,
Arab on Radar,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Franke,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funkadelic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare,
Newcleus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Pus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bronski Beat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra,
Oblivians,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gong,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Divine Comedy,
Unwound,
Porter Ricks,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
Drexciya,
Todd Terry,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.