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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Colin Newman to the crunk 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Blancmange,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
ABC,
Henry Cow,
Yellowson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Starr,
Jerry's Kids,
Urselle,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Searchers,
Don Cherry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
Blossom Toes,
The Last Poets,
the Association,
Amon Düül,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cameo,
48th St. Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Ronan,
The Fall,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
Quando Quango,
Prince Buster,
The Trojans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Flamin' Groovies,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
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PIL,
Boredoms,
The Mummies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dennis Brown,
the Swans,
Hardrive,
Inner City,
Ponytail,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.