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 Djibouti and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Dual Sessions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cybotron,
Josef K,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
Joy Division,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
Index,
Grey Daturas,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
John Lydon,
The Index,
Yazoo,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
David Bowie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Evens,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Tres Demented,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Victims,
Simply Red,
Ice-T,
Fluxion,
Eve St. Jones,
Blancmange,
The Trojans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barry Ungar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scientists,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantaleimon,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.