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 Denmark and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
Eurythmics,
Patti Smith,
Main Source,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Clarke,
Talk Talk,
Eddi Front,
The Tremeloes,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mojo Men,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Depeche Mode,
Yusef Lateef,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Sherman,
Leonard Cohen,
The Busters,
The Gap Band,
The Cramps,
The Black Dice,
Siglo XX,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
AZ,
Hot Snakes,
David Bowie,
The Index,
Swell Maps,
Youth Brigade,
Livin' Joy,
Ultra Naté,
David Axelrod,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L.,
Oblivians,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Groovy Waters,
10cc,
Absolute Body Control,
Minny Pops,
Steve Hackett,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.