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 Poland and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minor Threat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
The Blues Magoos,
Steve Hackett,
Duran Duran,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Schoolly D,
Nirvana,
Al Stewart,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Talk Talk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls,
Masters at Work,
The Buckinghams,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris Corsano,
Tim Buckley,
Jandek,
Michelle Simonal,
Scratch Acid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Nico,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Second Layer,
Japan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
Subhumans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
OOIOO,
Section 25,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gabor Szabo,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Minny Pops,
The Gladiators,
Carl Craig,
Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Quadrant,
the Association,
In Retrospect,
Parry Music,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
Black Bananas,
EPMD,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.