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 Maldives and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moleskins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Flag,
Faust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Visage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bush Tetras,
The Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fugazi,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry's Kids,
Fatback Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Wings,
UT,
Alice Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Supertramp,
Pantytec,
Robert Görl,
a-ha,
Kerri Chandler,
The Skatalites,
Howard Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q65,
Patti Smith,
Minutemen,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Busters,
MC5,
Tears for Fears,
Wasted Youth,
Schoolly D,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.