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 Algeria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 The Divine Comedy to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Lynne,
Gong,
Basic Channel,
The Searchers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deakin,
Gabor Szabo,
Faraquet,
Ornette Coleman,
Chrome,
The Human League,
Slave,
Derrick Morgan,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crime,
Vainqueur,
Simply Red,
Lungfish,
Shoche,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mojo Men,
U.S. Maple,
The Martian,
Alice Coltrane,
Monolake,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
Faust,
Deepchord,
Lower 48,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Schoolly D,
B.T. Express,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
The Victims,
The Mummies,
Fela Kuti,
Brass Construction,
Wolf Eyes,
Cal Tjader,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
Al Stewart,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tommy Roe,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.