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 Pakistan 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mark Hollis to the dance 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Yazoo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola,
L. Decosne,
The Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Chris & Cosey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül,
Eurythmics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Görl,
Make Up,
Lebanon Hanover,
Index,
Amazonics,
Black Flag,
Easy Going,
Frankie Knuckles,
Toni Rubio,
The Dead C,
The Mojo Men,
Ronnie Foster,
Aloha Tigers,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
Soul II Soul,
Cluster,
Fad Gadget,
Terrestrial Tones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Severed Heads,
Graham Central Station,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott Heron,
Freddie Wadling,
The Martian,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
Man Parrish,
This Heat,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
Lungfish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Section 25,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ituana,
Los Fastidios,
Alphaville,
Visage,
Technova,
Dual Sessions,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Y Pants,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.