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 Latvia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Marmalade to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
F. McDonald,
Kerri Chandler,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magma,
Sister Nancy,
Graham Central Station,
Buzzcocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Green,
Wasted Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
Letta Mbulu,
The New Christs,
Parry Music,
Cymande,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slick Rick,
Zapp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Terry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
Bill Near,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Con Funk Shun,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Five Americans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reuben Wilson,
In Retrospect,
Soul Sonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Funky Four + One,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott Heron,
EPMD,
Interpol,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.