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 Argentina and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Audionom to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
The Saints,
Harry Pussy,
Fat Boys,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
FM Einheit,
Barrington Levy,
Newcleus,
Depeche Mode,
Kerrie Biddell,
F. McDonald,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
Ultra Naté,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visage,
Isaac Hayes,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
Fluxion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
R.M.O.,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Modern Lovers,
10cc,
Liliput,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Smog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blackbyrds,
The Associates,
the Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Khruangbin,
LL Cool J,
Technova,
Soft Machine,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Surgeon,
Severed Heads,
Deepchord,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Five Americans,
Suburban Knight,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.