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 Andorra and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the funk 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Popol Vuh,
In Retrospect,
Kas Product,
Donald Byrd,
This Heat,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grey Daturas,
The Residents,
Youth Brigade,
Bauhaus,
New Order,
John Foxx,
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz,
The Doors,
Ossler,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
The Fire Engines,
Skarface,
The Wake,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skriet,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantaleimon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Audionom,
Scan 7,
The Cramps,
Anthony Braxton,
T.S.O.L.,
Malaria!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Porter Ricks,
June of 44,
Ponytail,
Derrick May,
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.