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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Shoche,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Loose Ends,
Q65,
Deadbeat,
The Dead C,
Mark Hollis,
Reagan Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lyres,
Fifty Foot Hose,
AZ,
The Move,
Amon Düül,
The Martian,
Oblivians,
John Holt,
Scott Walker,
CMW,
Rosa Yemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rekid,
Soul II Soul,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pylon,
Suburban Knight,
This Heat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Finger,
Tomorrow,
Moebius,
MDC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Wells,
The Fugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Rotary Connection,
Stereo Dub,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Bourne,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters,
Ken Boothe,
Pantytec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faraquet,
Blake Baxter,
The Fire Engines,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.