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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Inner City to the dance 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Flipper,
Howard Jones,
Deadbeat,
The Last Poets,
The Birthday Party,
Newcleus,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Urselle,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Sneak,
Soul II Soul,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Zeros,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Glenn Branca,
Drexciya,
Todd Rundgren,
Grey Daturas,
Janne Schatter,
Magma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Index,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Move,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brass Construction,
New Age Steppers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
The Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Arcadia,
X-101,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spandau Ballet,
Sound Behaviour,
CMW,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Machine,
Cymande,
Monolake,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson,
Blossom Toes,
Pole,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Görl,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.