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 Senegal and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Guru Guru to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
MC5,
Jeff Lynne,
Amazonics,
Fugazi,
The Move,
H. Thieme,
cv313,
Duran Duran,
kango's stein massive,
Das Ding,
Lucky Dragons,
The Knickerbockers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Make Up,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Real Kids,
UT,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Hood,
Jandek,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Idris Muhammad,
10cc,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy Collins,
Smog,
Depeche Mode,
Lindisfarne,
Sam Rivers,
Dennis Brown,
The Black Dice,
CMW,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Associates,
Aswad,
Vladislav Delay,
Leonard Cohen,
The Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suicide,
Simply Red,
Camouflage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grauzone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
OOIOO,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.