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 Palau and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mission of Burma to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Unwound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scan 7,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tres Demented,
Erasure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin,
Lindisfarne,
Zapp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur,
Barrington Levy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alison Limerick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scratch Acid,
Lalann,
Livin' Joy,
Kayak,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
Popol Vuh,
Blake Baxter,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
Essential Logic,
Audionom,
The Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Ronnie Foster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pere Ubu,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
Joe Finger,
Lower 48,
The Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Crispian St. Peters,
Connie Case,
Boredoms,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Supertramp,
The Cure,
Gichy Dan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Whodini,
DJ Style,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.