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 Slovakia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
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 harpsichord 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 Kurtis Blow to the punk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
Q65,
Mantronix,
The Wake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultravox,
Dawn Penn,
Depeche Mode,
DNA,
Stereo Dub,
Section 25,
Youth Brigade,
The Searchers,
The Techniques,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flipper,
Rekid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fugazi,
Arab on Radar,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Style,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Dead Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Flag,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Sneak,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
The J.B.'s,
The Associates,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül II,
The Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
Television,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magma,
Sonic Youth,
The Cure,
Panda Bear,
John Foxx,
Fear,
The Mummies,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.