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 Oman and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sparks 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Qualms,
Trumans Water,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Bananas,
The Evens,
Niagra,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
X-102,
Danielle Patucci,
MC5,
L. Decosne,
Sugar Minott,
Nirvana,
The Gun Club,
One Last Wish,
Todd Terry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Babytalk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Pantaleimon,
Unwound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skaos,
H. Thieme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gong,
Wire,
10cc,
Clear Light,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
Agitation Free,
Eric Dolphy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
D'Angelo,
Supertramp,
Reuben Wilson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Modern Lovers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suicide,
Aaron Thompson,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fugs,
Althea and Donna,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.