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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Metal Thangz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops,
Quando Quango,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hot Snakes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pere Ubu,
Royal Trux,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
Jandek,
Stiv Bators,
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party,
Ituana,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Porter Ricks,
Trumans Water,
The Last Poets,
Cymande,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pole,
Scrapy,
Delta 5,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Leaves,
Connie Case,
Rosa Yemen,
Grey Daturas,
The Monochrome Set,
Juan Atkins,
David Bowie,
China Crisis,
The Mojo Men,
Youth Brigade,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.