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 Saudi Arabia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Bobby Sherman to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Golliwogs,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
Pylon,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Index,
Tom Boy,
Alison Limerick,
Sound Behaviour,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rites of Spring,
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Moebius,
Crime,
These Immortal Souls,
Minutemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy Collins,
Warren Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
The Sound,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Carl Craig,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hoover,
Stetsasonic,
Eddi Front,
Half Japanese,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
The J.B.'s,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cybotron,
Desert Stars,
CMW,
Lalann,
Ronan,
Alphaville,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ponytail,
Lakeside,
Yaz,
KRS-One,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.