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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Toni Rubio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Das Ding,
Los Fastidios,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers,
Kurtis Blow,
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
L. Decosne,
La Düsseldorf,
Scion,
The Offenders,
The Toasters,
Lalann,
Inner City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fela Kuti,
UT,
Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Bronski Beat,
Chris & Cosey,
Pagans,
Bang On A Can,
Warsaw,
Clear Light,
Toni Rubio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Banda Bassotti,
Harry Pussy,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
DNA,
Sight & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joy Division,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Connie Case,
Gong,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
The Smiths,
Procol Harum,
Flipper,
Dennis Brown,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
Liliput,
Rapeman,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slick Rick,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.