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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
Ultra Naté,
Cluster,
Bootsy Collins,
Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Panda Bear,
Model 500,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barrington Levy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pop Group,
FM Einheit,
Vainqueur,
Rhythm & Sound,
June Days,
Magazine,
The J.B.'s,
Heaven 17,
The Residents,
The Offenders,
Robert Hood,
X-102,
Buzzcocks,
Monks,
Rod Modell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare,
Pagans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Pantytec,
Derrick Morgan,
Simply Red,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crooked Eye,
Althea and Donna,
Bush Tetras,
The Golliwogs,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier,
Malaria!,
Accadde A,
Infiniti,
D'Angelo,
Sällskapet,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.