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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hoover,
Country Teasers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
Unwound,
Supertramp,
The Tremeloes,
Essential Logic,
A Certain Ratio,
David Axelrod,
Parry Music,
Ken Boothe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eli Mardock,
Joyce Sims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
FM Einheit,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
the Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Whodini,
Stiv Bators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arcadia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Godley & Creme,
DNA,
Lindisfarne,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shoche,
Lou Christie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sixth Finger,
Depeche Mode,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ice-T,
Silicon Teens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
Au Pairs,
Thee Headcoats,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
The Raincoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ohio Players,
Franke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.