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 Denmark and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
the Human League,
The Invisible,
Danielle Patucci,
Zero Boys,
Warren Ellis,
The Victims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June Days,
Peter & Gordon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lungfish,
Pantaleimon,
Steve Hackett,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
Sun City Girls,
MDC,
Second Layer,
Moby Grape,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
U.S. Maple,
Suburban Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Cell,
New Order,
DJ Sneak,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Golliwogs,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
Black Pus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tres Demented,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smiths,
The Stooges,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
Nils Olav,
Amazonics,
Quadrant,
Alphaville,
Jacques Brel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grey Daturas,
The Techniques,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
Leonard Cohen,
Stereo Dub,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.