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 Iceland and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Y Pants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Aural Exciters,
Max Romeo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Ultra Naté,
Ohio Players,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quando Quango,
Mission of Burma,
Pulsallama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
New York Dolls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
JFA,
Grey Daturas,
The Count Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fatback Band,
Scrapy,
Bizarre Inc.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
Gang Gang Dance,
Isaac Hayes,
The Five Americans,
Donny Hathaway,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Terry,
A Certain Ratio,
Niagra,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
Neu!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masters at Work,
The Raincoats,
Pere Ubu,
The Human League,
Section 25,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Lungfish,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
Camouflage,
June of 44,
The Residents,
David Axelrod,
Swell Maps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deakin,
Theoretical Girls,
Intrusion,
Juan Atkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.