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 Angola and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant,
Talk Talk,
The Star Department,
Panda Bear,
Joe Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
Joey Negro,
Traffic Nightmare,
Janne Schatter,
Motorama,
Soul Sonic Force,
China Crisis,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Negative Approach,
The Litter,
Trumans Water,
Scan 7,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronnie Foster,
Agent Orange,
The Motions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Birthday Party,
The Cure,
Kayak,
Symarip,
Neu!,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agitation Free,
Ponytail,
Underground Resistance,
Harry Pussy,
Skriet,
T. Rex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra,
Massinfluence,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Interpol,
The Move,
Mary Jane Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers,
cv313,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.