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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Stockholm Monsters to the disco 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Saints,
Moss Icon,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
Public Enemy,
Gang Starr,
Scion,
The Misunderstood,
Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
Sight & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
Gang of Four,
Dave Gahan,
New Order,
The Monks,
Avey Tare,
The J.B.'s,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
Warren Ellis,
Grauzone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
The Divine Comedy,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Görl,
the Normal,
Pere Ubu,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Massinfluence,
Quantec,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
Hoover,
Graham Central Station,
Erasure,
Television,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Lydon,
The United States of America,
Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Nick Fraelich,
Tres Demented,
Masters at Work,
Warsaw,
Albert Ayler,
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.