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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Smog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronan,
The Remains,
UT,
Nik Kershaw,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
Lyres,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Albert Ayler,
The Sonics,
Anakelly,
Barrington Levy,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
the Normal,
Bush Tetras,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Darondo,
Deepchord,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
Absolute Body Control,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T.S.O.L.,
Howard Jones,
Newcleus,
Yaz,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Litter,
China Crisis,
The Mummies,
E-Dancer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gong,
Derrick May,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Bourne,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
Sonny Sharrock,
48th St. Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Japan,
Minny Pops,
The Motions,
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins,
Qualms,
Das Ding,
Zapp,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.