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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Normal to the electroclash 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Laurel Aitken,
Duran Duran,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
Excepter,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonic Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Jandek,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sight & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Minnie Riperton,
The Young Rascals,
Scan 7,
Qualms,
The Motions,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slackers,
Carl Craig,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Das Ding,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
kango's stein massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
Camouflage,
Pussy Galore,
Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Scrapy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fear,
Barbara Tucker,
The Raincoats,
ABC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Halsall,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gap Band,
Icehouse,
Ten City,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.