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 Iraq and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Loose Ends to the jazz 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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Smiths,
Neu!,
Barry Ungar,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
Lyres,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Steve Hackett,
Jawbox,
Pagans,
The Buckinghams,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skriet,
Tom Boy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
Mo-Dettes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick Morgan,
a-ha,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
F. McDonald,
Icehouse,
Trumans Water,
Alison Limerick,
Quando Quango,
Susan Cadogan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marine Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Dead Boys,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
Main Source,
Brothers Johnson,
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats,
Infiniti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Motorama,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.