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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Girls At Our Best! to the jazz 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arcadia,
Jerry's Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Certain Ratio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Whodini,
Severed Heads,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moss Icon,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
Charles Mingus,
Popol Vuh,
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
Nik Kershaw,
AZ,
Ituana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pere Ubu,
Youth Brigade,
Half Japanese,
Spandau Ballet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alison Limerick,
Audionom,
Ohio Players,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Bauhaus,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Japan,
Wire,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Terry,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Bourne,
Yusef Lateef,
In Retrospect,
the Germs,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Standells,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.