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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Joy Division to the rock 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Gang of Four,
Arab on Radar,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
Whodini,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
Technova,
Nico,
Gang Starr,
David McCallum,
Juan Atkins,
Chris & Cosey,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
the Association,
Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Scion,
Saccharine Trust,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
Bad Manners,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Duran Duran,
Second Layer,
Skaos,
Rekid,
Rotary Connection,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
Hoover,
Cluster,
Livin' Joy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moleskins,
Sparks,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter,
Pierre Henry,
Marmalade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Copeland,
Tim Buckley,
Camouflage,
The Divine Comedy,
The Knickerbockers,
Icehouse,
Parry Music,
The Motions,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.