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 Tuvalu and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jandek to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalann,
The Zeros,
Icehouse,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Barracudas,
Stiv Bators,
Section 25,
Robert Hood,
Minny Pops,
Alton Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
The Mojo Men,
Zapp,
Todd Terry,
Ten City,
Derrick May,
Barry Ungar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
Porter Ricks,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry,
The Cowsills,
Circle Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul II Soul,
New Order,
Sandy B,
Desert Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Depeche Mode,
The Mummies,
David McCallum,
Drexciya,
The Remains,
Saccharine Trust,
Zero Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Fat Boys,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.