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 Ireland and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stockholm Monsters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
10cc,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
Patti Smith,
The Real Kids,
The Evens,
Derrick May,
Sun City Girls,
The Gories,
The Leaves,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
Donny Hathaway,
the Germs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight,
In Retrospect,
The Smiths,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
Theoretical Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Make Up,
Amon Düül II,
Judy Mowatt,
Khruangbin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones,
Ronan,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
Altered Images,
Danielle Patucci,
Main Source,
Monks,
Davy DMX,
Roxy Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
DNA,
Gong,
Niagra,
The Flesh Eaters,
MC5,
Franke,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Smooth,
the Normal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.