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 Vanuatu and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Godley & Creme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
Camouflage,
Spoonie Gee,
the Human League,
Chrome,
Sugar Minott,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
Jandek,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Leaves,
Mr. Review,
Grey Daturas,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Associates,
Oneida,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Young Marble Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerri Chandler,
Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Thee Headcoats,
Junior Murvin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
Yazoo,
New York Dolls,
The Kinks,
Roxy Music,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Birthday Party,
Peter and Kerry,
Boredoms,
X-102,
Ponytail,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
Anakelly,
Model 500,
Gang Starr,
Skriet,
Erasure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.