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 Angola and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 H. Thieme to the grime 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zero Boys,
The Cramps,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
Henry Cow,
The Dirtbombs,
The Techniques,
Scan 7,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hot Snakes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sarah Menescal,
The Kinks,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jawbox,
Prince Buster,
Aswad,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
Yusef Lateef,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Pole,
The Fall,
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker,
Black Moon,
Intrusion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Junior Murvin,
Nils Olav,
AZ,
Unrelated Segments,
Brass Construction,
Boogie Down Productions,
Khruangbin,
Marc Almond,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jandek,
The Offenders,
Dave Gahan,
Franke,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.