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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eli Mardock to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
Massinfluence,
Joey Negro,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Lynne,
The Trojans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
K-Klass,
Anthony Braxton,
Skarface,
10cc,
The Move,
Black Bananas,
The Fall,
The Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Gang Green,
The Last Poets,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bush Tetras,
Erykah Badu,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blossom Toes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Litter,
X-101,
The Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Minor Threat,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bronski Beat,
A Certain Ratio,
Symarip,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
Ludus,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Warren Ellis,
Warsaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Bluetip,
Crime,
Black Flag,
New Order,
Lightning Bolt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Make Up,
Shoche,
Lakeside,
Icehouse,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.