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 Ivory Coast 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Derrick May to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Joe Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aural Exciters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scan 7,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suicide,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television,
David Bowie,
Juan Atkins,
Spandau Ballet,
The Divine Comedy,
Alison Limerick,
Kas Product,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
cv313,
Alice Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
Quando Quango,
R.M.O.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Rundgren,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grauzone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unrelated Segments,
the Sonics,
Drexciya,
The Mummies,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
Susan Cadogan,
Gong,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious 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.