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 Ivory Coast and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Judy Mowatt to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
Chrome,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Offenders,
John Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
The Real Kids,
Newcleus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Khruangbin,
The Modern Lovers,
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy,
LL Cool J,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
Bob Dylan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Golliwogs,
Deadbeat,
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Near,
Schoolly D,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
Eurythmics,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Scientists,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pylon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
Barbara Tucker,
Stetsasonic,
Josef K,
Heaven 17,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.