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 Maldives and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Colin Newman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Nils Olav,
Dual Sessions,
Juan Atkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Parry Music,
The Fuzztones,
F. McDonald,
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Offenders,
Gang Starr,
Sound Behaviour,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris & Cosey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amazonics,
Sight & Sound,
Scientists,
Cal Tjader,
Zapp,
Radiohead,
Carl Craig,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
Thee Headcoats,
Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Silicon Teens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Misunderstood,
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Hardrive,
The Martian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
Minor Threat,
Marvin Gaye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fugazi,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.