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 Grenada and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Yazoo to the rock 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Alison Limerick,
Danielle Patucci,
Skaos,
One Last Wish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moby Grape,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Nirvana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacob Miller,
Nik Kershaw,
The Martian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Negative Approach,
Model 500,
Panda Bear,
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
Anthony Braxton,
The Zeros,
The Moody Blues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
Shoche,
Unwound,
Soulsonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
Deepchord,
Terrestrial Tones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Duran Duran,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys,
Boredoms,
Marine Girls,
Fatback Band,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barrington Levy,
JFA,
Wolf Eyes,
Thompson Twins,
Roxette,
Altered Images,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.