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 Congo and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Gichy Dan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brass Construction,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Image Ltd.,
Duran Duran,
World's Most,
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aloha Tigers,
Eve St. Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Freddie Wadling,
Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra,
Minor Threat,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
Gong,
Brick,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Teasers,
Camouflage,
The Walker Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Panda Bear,
Q and Not U,
Pere Ubu,
La Düsseldorf,
The Stooges,
Man Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fall,
Minnie Riperton,
Stereo Dub,
Byron Stingily,
EPMD,
The Gladiators,
Clear Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glenn Branca,
In Retrospect,
June Days,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
Robert Hood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.