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 Latvia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television Personalities to the dance 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Fugazi,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
Archie Shepp,
Wolf Eyes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABBA,
Ponytail,
Arcadia,
MDC,
Scion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blackbyrds,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Letta Mbulu,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Divine Comedy,
Erasure,
Goldenarms,
Dorothy Ashby,
These Immortal Souls,
Sex Pistols,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
Lakeside,
Iggy Pop,
Ken Boothe,
kango's stein massive,
Darondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
Los Fastidios,
Deadbeat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Byrd,
UT,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The United States of America,
Ronan,
Desert Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Sherman,
Tubeway Army,
Accadde A,
cv313,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.