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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 B.T. Express to the disco 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Amazonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare,
T.S.O.L.,
Model 500,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Surgeon,
Severed Heads,
The Human League,
Black Bananas,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
Arthur Verocai,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Wake,
ABC,
Althea and Donna,
The Neon Judgement,
Slave,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Funkadelic,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Minutemen,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television,
The Dirtbombs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
JFA,
Scan 7,
Boz Scaggs,
Flash Fearless,
Janne Schatter,
Monks,
The Remains,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt,
China Crisis,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
Gang of Four,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.