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 Lebanon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 Barry Ungar to the crunk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Lucky Dragons,
Parry Music,
New Order,
Fluxion,
Roxy Music,
Sparks,
The Doors,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
The Index,
Sister Nancy,
Alton Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maurizio,
Eric Copeland,
Marine Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Dennis Brown,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Technova,
Mission of Burma,
The Gun Club,
Eden Ahbez,
Rekid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
The Beau Brummels,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rites of Spring,
Bronski Beat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Hood,
Procol Harum,
La Düsseldorf,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gories,
Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Al Stewart,
Minor Threat,
The Misunderstood,
The Happenings,
Bush Tetras,
Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Wally Richardson,
Erasure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Barracudas,
Crime,
Los Fastidios,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.