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 St Lucia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Beau Brummels to the techno 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads,
Robert Hood,
Archie Shepp,
The Moleskins,
Sight & Sound,
Ultravox,
The Selecter,
Radio Birdman,
The Five Americans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Motorama,
David McCallum,
Niagra,
Crime,
Half Japanese,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
Delta 5,
The Gap Band,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
Robert Görl,
Au Pairs,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Hill,
The Leaves,
Simply Red,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
Rufus Thomas,
This Heat,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Skatalites,
Steve Hackett,
The Pop Group,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
Dennis Brown,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
Kaleidoscope,
Japan,
Das Ding,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.