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 Monaco and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Con Funk Shun to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
Marine Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slackers,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
The Golliwogs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Parrish,
The Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
Scion,
Chris Corsano,
The Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
Moby Grape,
Hot Snakes,
Stereo Dub,
Brick,
Dawn Penn,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Can,
Jeff Mills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sight & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Hill,
The Gun Club,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
kango's stein massive,
The Moody Blues,
June of 44,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
Mr. Review,
DJ Style,
Quadrant,
Crime,
Joy Division,
Babytalk,
Theoretical Girls,
Q and Not U,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fugazi,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.