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 Samoa and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Deadbeat to the techno 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Young Marble Giants,
Interpol,
The Moleskins,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
Wings,
The Cowsills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Beau Brummels,
Cybotron,
JFA,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
Goldenarms,
EPMD,
Ituana,
Bobby Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wasted Youth,
Fear,
Junior Murvin,
The Slits,
David Bowie,
Tubeway Army,
The Red Krayola,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
Smog,
Wally Richardson,
Jacob Miller,
Vainqueur,
UT,
Sex Pistols,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
Minny Pops,
Glenn Branca,
Freddie Wadling,
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultra Naté,
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Loose Ends,
Procol Harum,
Organ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.