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 Sri Lanka and from Seoul.
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 Paris and Edmonton.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Outsiders,
The Human League,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Kayak,
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
Das Ding,
Wings,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Mills,
Laurel Aitken,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harmonia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deepchord,
ABBA,
Dual Sessions,
Arthur Verocai,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Lucky Dragons,
One Last Wish,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Searchers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Germs,
Black Bananas,
Cameo,
Spandau Ballet,
Maurizio,
Nico,
Mandrill,
Marine Girls,
Graham Central Station,
The Grass Roots,
Pere Ubu,
Moby Grape,
Flamin' Groovies,
Groovy Waters,
Radio Birdman,
Roxette,
The Cramps,
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.