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 Mali and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Dorothy Ashby to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Archie Shepp,
Quando Quango,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Leonard Cohen,
UT,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reagan Youth,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
Organ,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gabor Szabo,
Nas,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Almond,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
R.M.O.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slave,
Colin Newman,
Sparks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter and Kerry,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
Accadde A,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
Suicide,
Alphaville,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unwound,
Chrome,
Roger Hodgson,
Sandy B,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
Easy Going,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Rundgren,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.