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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Arcadia,
Warsaw,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Victims,
Ken Boothe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
Los Fastidios,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
the Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Altered Images,
Archie Shepp,
Boredoms,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Human League,
EPMD,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig,
The Trojans,
Flipper,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Pus,
The Litter,
Lungfish,
B.T. Express,
Hoover,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
The Techniques,
John Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Byrd,
Severed Heads,
The Residents,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
Pulsallama,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.