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 China and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Dennis Brown 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Scrapy,
Infiniti,
Scientists,
The Smiths,
Desert Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Half Japanese,
Mantronix,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Litter,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
Boredoms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultra Naté,
Patti Smith,
U.S. Maple,
UT,
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Severed Heads,
Country Teasers,
Con Funk Shun,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fortunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
Cluster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
Ken Boothe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
Junior Murvin,
The Gun Club,
Crispy Ambulance,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
Dawn Penn,
The Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Altered Images,
Pulsallama,
X-Ray Spex,
Michelle Simonal,
Barbara Tucker,
Blancmange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.