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 Benin and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Star Department to the funk 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Malaria!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
Connie Case,
Dual Sessions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rekid,
Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pagans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maleditus Sound,
KRS-One,
The Gladiators,
Ultravox,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Sonics,
Yaz,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid,
John Holt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Adolescents,
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
Panda Bear,
Darondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vladislav Delay,
The Searchers,
Pussy Galore,
New Order,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.