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 Ivory Coast and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Smog to the techno 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Zeros,
Pole,
Nas,
Peter & Gordon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Last Poets,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fuzztones,
Au Pairs,
Ohio Players,
Vainqueur,
Buzzcocks,
Newcleus,
Easy Going,
The Cramps,
the Germs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Sherman,
Joensuu 1685,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
Barry Ungar,
Scion,
F. McDonald,
Mad Mike,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
Marine Girls,
Nils Olav,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül II,
Donny Hathaway,
The Wake,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
Whodini,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amazonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magazine,
H. Thieme,
Moebius,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.