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 Liberia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Germs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Last Poets,
Dawn Penn,
Steve Hackett,
AZ,
Spoonie Gee,
the Germs,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
The Slits,
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
D'Angelo,
The Index,
Roy Ayers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dead Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Swans,
Prince Buster,
The Divine Comedy,
Cheater Slicks,
Eli Mardock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moss Icon,
Michelle Simonal,
Alton Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
Tom Boy,
Hot Snakes,
Stereo Dub,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Max Romeo,
Nils Olav,
Warren Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brick,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donald Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Byron Stingily,
The Associates,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.