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 Syria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the crunk 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Qualms,
Eric Copeland,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dennis Brown,
Minutemen,
Ponytail,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
The Kinks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalann,
Dave Gahan,
Wings,
Hardrive,
The Star Department,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus,
Unrelated Segments,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nas,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
Colin Newman,
Fear,
Model 500,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Livin' Joy,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Suicide,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick May,
Eddi Front,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
Fugazi,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smiths,
The Motions,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.