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 Bologna.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 The Skatalites to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The American Breed,
Neu!,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
Mr. Review,
Television,
Liliput,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
Anthony Braxton,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Gang Dance,
EPMD,
Tubeway Army,
Jawbox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
E-Dancer,
Spandau Ballet,
The Divine Comedy,
Charles Mingus,
Funkadelic,
Derrick Morgan,
The Velvet Underground,
Mad Mike,
KRS-One,
Cheater Slicks,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald,
JFA,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Martian,
Franke,
Warsaw,
FM Einheit,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lower 48,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
Underground Resistance,
The Neon Judgement,
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.