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 Thailand and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Magazine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sandy B,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band,
Vainqueur,
The Detroit Cobras,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne,
Radio Birdman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
Davy DMX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mark Hollis,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
Laurel Aitken,
Schoolly D,
World's Most,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slackers,
Arcadia,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
China Crisis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yazoo,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Hood,
Marvin Gaye,
Tres Demented,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pulsallama,
EPMD,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bluetip,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Terry,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Sherman,
Heaven 17,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Susan Cadogan,
Jawbox,
Trumans Water,
Section 25,
Tubeway Army,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gichy Dan,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.