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 Thailand and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the jazz 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
This Heat,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
Ponytail,
The Birthday Party,
David Axelrod,
Trumans Water,
LL Cool J,
The Moody Blues,
Panda Bear,
Los Fastidios,
The Fortunes,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
Howard Jones,
Scion,
The Tremeloes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Leonard Cohen,
Pole,
The Gun Club,
The Electric Prunes,
X-101,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
Moby Grape,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
R.M.O.,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dead C,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABBA,
The Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bauhaus,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.