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 Korea South and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 The Techniques to the rock 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
Darondo,
Pagans,
Pylon,
Ponytail,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Goldenarms,
Boz Scaggs,
10cc,
The Slackers,
Masters at Work,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
Wasted Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Hardrive,
Mission of Burma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department,
Lalo Schifrin,
Excepter,
U.S. Maple,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
the Normal,
The Golliwogs,
Massinfluence,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Byrd,
Brick,
The Offenders,
Lalann,
Slick Rick,
Adolescents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pole,
Severed Heads,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
Lakeside,
Flipper,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Desert Stars,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.