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 Tonga and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Suicide to the techno 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soulsonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
These Immortal Souls,
Symarip,
Anakelly,
The Five Americans,
Joey Negro,
Sugar Minott,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Sandy B,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX,
Icehouse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Buzzcocks,
The Victims,
Erykah Badu,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Wells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
LL Cool J,
The Happenings,
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
DJ Style,
The American Breed,
Jandek,
The Misunderstood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Lungfish,
Magazine,
Wire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alton Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Remains,
John Cale,
This Heat,
Robert Wyatt,
Kas Product,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Dawn Penn,
Patti Smith,
The Vogues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.