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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Babytalk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Gang Starr,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sparks,
Urselle,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wings,
The Saints,
Mo-Dettes,
Tommy Roe,
Alison Limerick,
The Move,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
Nik Kershaw,
Maurizio,
The Music Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dark Day,
Faust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonic Youth,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Steve Hackett,
Byron Stingily,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Axelrod,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
Crash Course in Science,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Camouflage,
Adolescents,
The Cramps,
The American Breed,
Aloha Tigers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radio Birdman,
Slave,
Trumans Water,
The Raincoats,
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.