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 Congo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Roxette to the jazz 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
Joensuu 1685,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reagan Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Scion,
Kas Product,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantytec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Wake,
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Wyatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tom Boy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Happenings,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rekid,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Hood,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
Pylon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Morten Harket,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
Trumans Water,
The Seeds,
Parry Music,
Cal Tjader,
Blancmange,
Janne Schatter,
Public Enemy,
Lyres,
D'Angelo,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
L. Decosne,
Juan Atkins,
Cymande,
Nation of Ulysses,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.