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 Canada and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sun City Girls 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
In Retrospect,
the Normal,
Liliput,
Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slits,
Porter Ricks,
10cc,
Television Personalities,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fugs,
Aswad,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cure,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mummies,
Bauhaus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agent Orange,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brass Construction,
David Bowie,
Arcadia,
Don Cherry,
The Residents,
The Slackers,
Morten Harket,
Kaleidoscope,
The Music Machine,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Marine Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Pylon,
The Cowsills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Slick Rick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Duran Duran,
D'Angelo,
The Count Five,
Faraquet,
Cameo,
Erasure,
Joyce Sims,
Prince Buster,
Flipper,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
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.