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 Micronesia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Barry Ungar to the techno 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Groovy Waters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spoonie Gee,
Flipper,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-101,
Agitation Free,
Hoover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minor Threat,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gap Band,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
CMW,
The Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
John Holt,
Public Enemy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swell Maps,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
Nik Kershaw,
The Move,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Byrd,
The Victims,
Liliput,
Rod Modell,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
The Zeros,
Danielle Patucci,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.