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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Loose Ends to the rock 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Camouflage,
Desert Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grauzone,
The Happenings,
Max Romeo,
Technova,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
Adolescents,
Mad Mike,
Livin' Joy,
Kerri Chandler,
kango's stein massive,
Jacques Brel,
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
the Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Magma,
Crash Course in Science,
Tom Boy,
Lower 48,
PIL,
Dead Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scan 7,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Starr,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Modern Lovers,
The Knickerbockers,
Skarface,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Womack,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
The Gun Club,
Bauhaus,
The Angels of Light,
Quantec,
The United States of America,
Loose Ends,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mr. Review,
Don Cherry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mantronix,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
Essential Logic,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.