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 Qatar and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 The Human League to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
a-ha,
Interpol,
Pole,
Dead Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rites of Spring,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siglo XX,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Ituana,
Massinfluence,
Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Procol Harum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ossler,
Minor Threat,
Wasted Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Make Up,
Toni Rubio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tubeway Army,
Swans,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
The Monks,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II,
The Gladiators,
Monolake,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
Sun City Girls,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra,
The Searchers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
Marc Almond,
A Certain Ratio,
The Velvet Underground,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.