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 Solomon Islands and from London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Real Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Mantronix,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Glambeats Corp.,
Silicon Teens,
The Angels of Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
June of 44,
Blake Baxter,
The Five Americans,
DJ Style,
Wire,
Goldenarms,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Enemy,
Delta 5,
Rapeman,
Lucky Dragons,
kango's stein massive,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quantec,
The Litter,
Darondo,
MDC,
The Barracudas,
Minor Threat,
Graham Central Station,
The Remains,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
Eric Copeland,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra,
The Trojans,
Crime,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Selecter,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lindisfarne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
Ituana,
The Sonics,
Marmalade,
The Walker Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
A Certain Ratio,
Severed Heads,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.