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 Russia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Aswad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh,
Joensuu 1685,
Young Marble Giants,
Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Sun City Girls,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
Patti Smith,
The Smoke,
Man Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magma,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
Fluxion,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet,
Pierre Henry,
ABC,
Piero Umiliani,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
Tim Buckley,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sex Pistols,
Drexciya,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Terry,
Joe Smooth,
Model 500,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
a-ha,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Flag,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scientists,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.