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 Tajikistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
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 spring reverb 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 Detroit Cobras to the jazz 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
The Monks,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
Scientists,
The Standells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
Depeche Mode,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zapp,
Jacob Miller,
Surgeon,
Isaac Hayes,
Franke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Outsiders,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker,
Howard Jones,
The Smiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultravox,
The Litter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pop Group,
Infiniti,
Aural Exciters,
The Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
Das Ding,
Jacques Brel,
Eve St. Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
Visage,
Erasure,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Prince Buster,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
FM Einheit,
The Fuzztones,
Babytalk,
F. McDonald,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Little Man,
the Fania All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
The Names,
the Bar-Kays,
Lungfish,
Skaos,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.