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 Singapore and from Shanghai.
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 Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 48th St. Collective 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxy Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
La Düsseldorf,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mars,
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arthur Verocai,
Cybotron,
the Swans,
Second Layer,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris Corsano,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pylon,
Ohio Players,
Bauhaus,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Invisible,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
Aloha Tigers,
Fugazi,
Ice-T,
Mandrill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
New Age Steppers,
Guru Guru,
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
Hasil Adkins,
The Victims,
ABBA,
New York Dolls,
Jacob Miller,
Radiohead,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Archie Shepp,
John Holt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Depeche Mode,
Saccharine Trust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.