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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Danielle Patucci to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Mantronix,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slave,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funkadelic,
Von Mondo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blackbyrds,
Make Up,
Junior Murvin,
the Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marine Girls,
The Gories,
Prince Buster,
Robert Wyatt,
Graham Central Station,
Byron Stingily,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
David McCallum,
Roxette,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Ossler,
The Kinks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Accadde A,
Zero Boys,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Hill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ludus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
KRS-One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Womack,
The Cure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultravox,
Warren Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
H. Thieme,
The Velvet Underground,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Whodini,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.