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 Libya and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pharoah Sanders to the dance 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Newcleus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maurizio,
Qualms,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gap Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Laurel Aitken,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
The Pop Group,
Cameo,
Von Mondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Last Poets,
DJ Style,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Osbourne,
Icehouse,
Derrick Morgan,
The Associates,
Desert Stars,
Wire,
Silicon Teens,
Tommy Roe,
Tres Demented,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
The Vogues,
Marc Almond,
The Wake,
JFA,
Interpol,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Symarip,
Liliput,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad,
Spandau Ballet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
Junior Murvin,
Davy DMX,
Lyres,
Supertramp,
Funkadelic,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.