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 Gambia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers,
Soul II Soul,
Iggy Pop,
Urselle,
Minny Pops,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The New Christs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Associates,
The Slits,
Ohio Players,
Groovy Waters,
Y Pants,
David Bowie,
The Gun Club,
Suburban Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Prince Buster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sugar Minott,
Stiv Bators,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Duran Duran,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rekid,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.