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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Saccharine Trust to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
Steve Hackett,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crash Course in Science,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris & Cosey,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra,
The Barracudas,
Vladislav Delay,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Angels of Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
This Heat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44,
Bad Manners,
Desert Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cheater Slicks,
Dawn Penn,
Terry Callier,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
Ken Boothe,
Altered Images,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
Alphaville,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ice-T,
Bob Dylan,
Icehouse,
Agitation Free,
Animal Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultravox,
The Count Five,
Magma,
Connie Case,
Depeche Mode,
The Fugs,
Duran Duran,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tim Buckley,
Bronski Beat,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.