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 Zambia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Glambeats Corp. 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barbara Tucker,
Scion,
Lungfish,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultravox,
The Five Americans,
Joe Finger,
Brass Construction,
Panda Bear,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Evens,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Skaos,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
48th St. Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sarah Menescal,
the Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aural Exciters,
Sex Pistols,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Absolute Body Control,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young,
Visage,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
Can,
The Slackers,
Porter Ricks,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Near,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
The Fugs,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fat Boys,
Surgeon,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Axelrod,
Urselle,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monochrome Set,
Pere Ubu,
Isaac Hayes,
Newcleus,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.