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 Bangladesh and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Inner City to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Pere Ubu,
The Blues Magoos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cameo,
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
Interpol,
Dual Sessions,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
Alton Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Minutemen,
Rites of Spring,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
Siglo XX,
Cecil Taylor,
Dead Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
The Mojo Men,
Peter & Gordon,
Average White Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Hardrive,
Ten City,
The Cowsills,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
Tom Boy,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Fraelich,
Bronski Beat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
Brick,
Stetsasonic,
The Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Anakelly,
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
10cc,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heaven 17,
The Fall,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.