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 Indonesia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
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 sitar 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 the Association to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Metal Thangz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
10cc,
Porter Ricks,
Freddie Wadling,
Adolescents,
Scratch Acid,
Idris Muhammad,
Make Up,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mantronix,
The Invisible,
The Blues Magoos,
Eddi Front,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zapp,
Loose Ends,
PIL,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Clarke,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Gang of Four,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx,
Barry Ungar,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
Chris & Cosey,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Wake,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
Minor Threat,
The Gladiators,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
The Fugs,
Essential Logic,
The Sonics,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
Trumans Water,
Minny Pops,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
The Moleskins,
Peter & Gordon,
Erasure,
This Heat,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.