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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Quando Quango to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
48th St. Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gories,
Radiohead,
Kenny Larkin,
Iggy Pop,
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slick Rick,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Flag,
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
Ronnie Foster,
Simply Red,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
U.S. Maple,
The Knickerbockers,
Charles Mingus,
Joy Division,
Byron Stingily,
Black Bananas,
Robert Hood,
Rotary Connection,
The Move,
Jawbox,
Motorama,
Scott Walker,
The Slackers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
Camouflage,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
Stiv Bators,
World's Most,
Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Fugazi,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.