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 Finland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
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 marimba 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 FM Einheit to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Names,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
The Fall,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
The Blackbyrds,
Ponytail,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen,
Lakeside,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
Deadbeat,
Barbara Tucker,
Absolute Body Control,
The Trojans,
Pole,
Black Moon,
Susan Cadogan,
Unwound,
Pulsallama,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
The Gap Band,
Albert Ayler,
Fear,
Mantronix,
Negative Approach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flipper,
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
June Days,
John Foxx,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
Kerri Chandler,
Y Pants,
Erasure,
Laurel Aitken,
Talk Talk,
Cameo,
Bauhaus,
Chrome,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.