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 Maldives and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London 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 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 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Smooth,
Hardrive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cure,
Freddie Wadling,
MDC,
Hashim,
Scientists,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Au Pairs,
The Real Kids,
Schoolly D,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yaz,
Colin Newman,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills,
Moss Icon,
LL Cool J,
F. McDonald,
Funkadelic,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monochrome Set,
June of 44,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Sneak,
Hasil Adkins,
The Angels of Light,
The Doors,
T. Rex,
Neu!,
The Moleskins,
Alton Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Names,
Procol Harum,
Joensuu 1685,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
These Immortal Souls,
Alphaville,
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.