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 Solomon Islands and from New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 The Skatalites to the electroclash 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Joy Division,
Q and Not U,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
The Fortunes,
The Happenings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cecil Taylor,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Busters,
Japan,
Accadde A,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra,
Amazonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
Steve Hackett,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
Joe Smooth,
The Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Sixth Finger,
Brick,
Darondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blossom Toes,
DNA,
Silicon Teens,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
Michelle Simonal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warren Ellis,
Altered Images,
10cc,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
Bronski Beat,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pussy Galore,
Jandek,
Deepchord,
The Fall,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Parry Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moleskins,
The Slits,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.