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 China and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spandau Ballet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Hood,
The Count Five,
Livin' Joy,
Blake Baxter,
The Modern Lovers,
Ponytail,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
Wire,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
Minutemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Audionom,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang On A Can,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
48th St. Collective,
Ten City,
Pulsallama,
New Order,
Crooked Eye,
One Last Wish,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Michelle Simonal,
Moss Icon,
Darondo,
Popol Vuh,
The Real Kids,
The Fugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
Shuggie Otis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
Faust,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
Nik Kershaw,
MDC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Swans,
Maurizio,
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
Wings,
Essential Logic,
T. Rex,
The Associates,
The Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.