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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oblivians to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Sister Nancy,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
10cc,
Tubeway Army,
Aural Exciters,
The Fuzztones,
Average White Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Buckinghams,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Niagra,
Deakin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers,
the Germs,
Pussy Galore,
Godley & Creme,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy Collins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Leaves,
Unrelated Segments,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Bill Wells,
Flipper,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dave Gahan,
Charles Mingus,
Fugazi,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
The Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green,
The Real Kids,
Technova,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
The Golliwogs,
Ohio Players,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moby Grape,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.