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 Chile and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Darondo to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
Tommy Roe,
Babytalk,
The Slackers,
Crime,
Liliput,
Little Man,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
Hoover,
DJ Style,
Von Mondo,
The Birthday Party,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minutemen,
Dual Sessions,
Audionom,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantytec,
The Beau Brummels,
Q and Not U,
Los Fastidios,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
Moss Icon,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
Quando Quango,
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar,
Althea and Donna,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Litter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wire,
a-ha,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
Roxette,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker,
Byron Stingily,
The Gories,
Sarah Menescal,
Max Romeo,
Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.