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 Malta and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Cure to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hasil Adkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Style,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monks,
Icehouse,
Gabor Szabo,
The Index,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
the Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
The Red Krayola,
Aswad,
Letta Mbulu,
Delta 5,
Lightning Bolt,
Moebius,
The Sound,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Velvet Underground,
Little Man,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
KRS-One,
Guru Guru,
Supertramp,
Rosa Yemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deadbeat,
ABBA,
Hot Snakes,
Shuggie Otis,
Suburban Knight,
Swell Maps,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
World's Most,
Tropical Tobacco,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cameo,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex,
Crime,
Marine Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.