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 Venezuela and from Halifax.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Bronski Beat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Con Funk Shun,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
The Busters,
Quantec,
Yusef Lateef,
Mo-Dettes,
Cymande,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slits,
B.T. Express,
Nik Kershaw,
Scan 7,
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan,
Echospace,
Flipper,
Camberwell Now,
Crooked Eye,
Glenn Branca,
Lyres,
Bobby Sherman,
Average White Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Excepter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warren Ellis,
X-101,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Near,
the Slits,
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh,
Grauzone,
Pole,
Alphaville,
Wire,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Sheep,
Adolescents,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soulsonic Force,
The Residents,
Accadde A,
Kurtis Blow,
48th St. Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young,
Lindisfarne,
Minny Pops,
The Human League,
Mars,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.