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 Tuvalu and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Aswad to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Sex Pistols,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang of Four,
Ituana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Velvet Underground,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monolake,
Interpol,
In Retrospect,
The Last Poets,
Marvin Gaye,
Yaz,
Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
Talk Talk,
A Certain Ratio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Saints,
Animal Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Judy Mowatt,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
Susan Cadogan,
Pagans,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
Mantronix,
ABC,
Underground Resistance,
Magazine,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
Thompson Twins,
LL Cool J,
The Young Rascals,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacob Miller,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Green,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.