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 Russia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Minor Threat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Leonard Cohen,
David Bowie,
Subhumans,
Swell Maps,
June of 44,
Easy Going,
Dead Boys,
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül,
Pantytec,
The J.B.'s,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flash Fearless,
Barrington Levy,
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
The Remains,
Young Marble Giants,
Supertramp,
Chris Corsano,
Jimmy McGriff,
Darondo,
Liliput,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
Steve Hackett,
The Walker Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Yusef Lateef,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-101,
The Dave Clark Five,
Albert Ayler,
Ken Boothe,
John Lydon,
Technova,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Rod Modell,
Thompson Twins,
Alton Ellis,
The American Breed,
Inner City,
John Holt,
Rapeman,
Lou Christie,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warsaw,
Funkadelic,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.