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 Poland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yaz to the rock 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
E-Dancer,
Bob Dylan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shoche,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eddi Front,
Darondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light,
Heaven 17,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cramps,
ABC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
Hardrive,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
L. Decosne,
Thee Headcoats,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Starr,
Deadbeat,
the Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Scratch Acid,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swans,
Technova,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
Sonic Youth,
Symarip,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
Mo-Dettes,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu,
Mission of Burma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Model 500,
Scrapy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hashim,
Bill Near,
Sex Pistols,
Donald Byrd,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.