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 Nauru and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tim Buckley to the grime 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
MDC,
Iggy Pop,
Infiniti,
Tom Boy,
Das Ding,
Gang of Four,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arab on Radar,
Pantytec,
Fat Boys,
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
Shuggie Otis,
Chrome,
Flash Fearless,
Dead Boys,
The Evens,
Rufus Thomas,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terrestrial Tones,
Davy DMX,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
Joy Division,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
MC5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Osbourne,
World's Most,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
EPMD,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls,
Monolake,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats,
Kurtis Blow,
AZ,
the Human League,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.