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 Haiti and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Grass Roots to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
Magma,
Mark Hollis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vladislav Delay,
Minutemen,
The Count Five,
Interpol,
New Order,
Camouflage,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
Swans,
Scott Walker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
The Sound,
the Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pierre Henry,
Simply Red,
Tears for Fears,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suburban Knight,
Maurizio,
Idris Muhammad,
Susan Cadogan,
The Beau Brummels,
Sparks,
Amon Düül,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Yusef Lateef,
Spoonie Gee,
Deakin,
U.S. Maple,
Fela Kuti,
Marvin Gaye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Teasers,
The Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
Wire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.