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 Mongolia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Stereo Dub to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
PIL,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
The Techniques,
Archie Shepp,
Television Personalities,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Carl Craig,
Ituana,
Skarface,
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry,
Judy Mowatt,
DNA,
Stetsasonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Schoolly D,
Flamin' Groovies,
Buzzcocks,
The Count Five,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore,
Warren Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Kenny Larkin,
Eli Mardock,
U.S. Maple,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
the Normal,
Smog,
Nirvana,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
Pharoah Sanders,
Clear Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arab on Radar,
Television,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reagan Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Max Romeo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heaven 17,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Letta Mbulu,
Metal Thangz,
Danielle Patucci,
Aaron Thompson,
Los Fastidios,
The Fortunes,
The Zeros,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.