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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
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 808 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 Bluetip to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Smog,
Eddi Front,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anakelly,
Rod Modell,
Oblivians,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Hill,
Make Up,
Reagan Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Underground Resistance,
Urselle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Con Funk Shun,
Deadbeat,
Masters at Work,
MC5,
David Bowie,
Brass Construction,
The Pop Group,
Duran Duran,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
DNA,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
Cymande,
The Smoke,
Scion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Audionom,
Ultravox,
Sex Pistols,
These Immortal Souls,
The Walker Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.