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 Slovakia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Black Pus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Fatback Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Golliwogs,
Skaos,
Fad Gadget,
Aswad,
Anthony Braxton,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
The American Breed,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Kinks,
Skarface,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
Ronnie Foster,
Camouflage,
New York Dolls,
Banda Bassotti,
Television,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
kango's stein massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swans,
The Music Machine,
the Association,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Blancmange,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
Juan Atkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Model 500,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.