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 Russia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Mo-Dettes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
One Last Wish,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Pole,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Enemy,
Bill Wells,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young,
David McCallum,
Desert Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Rosa Yemen,
Loose Ends,
Oblivians,
The Young Rascals,
X-Ray Spex,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dead C,
Icehouse,
Oneida,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
R.M.O.,
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Infiniti,
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
Liliput,
Soulsonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mantronix,
Bush Tetras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sällskapet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heaven 17,
Terry Callier,
Con Funk Shun,
The Star Department,
Andrew Hill,
Marine Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pulsallama,
Tres Demented,
Babytalk,
the Normal,
Sun Ra,
The Walker Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-101,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Kinks,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.