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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Agent Orange to the punk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
The Offenders,
the Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
One Last Wish,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
Gichy Dan,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
Sun Ra,
Inner City,
Rites of Spring,
Ponytail,
This Heat,
Barbara Tucker,
The Invisible,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cluster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monolake,
Dark Day,
Shuggie Otis,
cv313,
Joy Division,
Malaria!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
Clear Light,
X-102,
Saccharine Trust,
AZ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slave,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Bourne,
Pagans,
The Skatalites,
Deakin,
Goldenarms,
Faust,
Index,
Mr. Review,
Arcadia,
Brick,
Absolute Body Control,
Radio Birdman,
Crime,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.