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 Denmark and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Whodini to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
The Blackbyrds,
CMW,
Radio Birdman,
Blake Baxter,
Stetsasonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
F. McDonald,
Prince Buster,
Mark Hollis,
Symarip,
The Tremeloes,
The Fuzztones,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yellowson,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
John Foxx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Leaves,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brand Nubian,
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Metal Thangz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Davy DMX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Bananas,
The Martian,
Donald Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Icehouse,
Andrew Hill,
Pagans,
Bill Wells,
Urselle,
The Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
Shoche,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.