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 Mali and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alphaville to the grunge 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Scrapy,
Das Ding,
Moebius,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maleditus Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
EPMD,
Lucky Dragons,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-101,
the Sonics,
The Monks,
The Count Five,
Mantronix,
Eddi Front,
Niagra,
Blossom Toes,
Television,
Buzzcocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
Nirvana,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Y Pants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Hill,
a-ha,
The Slackers,
H. Thieme,
Wally Richardson,
The Offenders,
Bauhaus,
Outsiders,
The Skatalites,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agitation Free,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eurythmics,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Altered Images,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
Sonic Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
Bad Manners,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.