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 Australia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Association to the rock 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
the Fania All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Rapeman,
The Invisible,
The Slackers,
K-Klass,
Radiohead,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
Faust,
Harry Pussy,
Letta Mbulu,
Basic Channel,
Liliput,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swans,
Agent Orange,
Black Flag,
Stereo Dub,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
Ronan,
Agitation Free,
Metal Thangz,
Ossler,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
The Cure,
The Remains,
Alton Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
Alice Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
Roxette,
E-Dancer,
MC5,
Skarface,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.