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 Hungary and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 The Cure to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skriet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Accadde A,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anthony Braxton,
The Barracudas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Teasers,
Funky Four + One,
Symarip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy Collins,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
Liliput,
Eurythmics,
Mad Mike,
Agent Orange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jawbox,
Wire,
Can,
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
Dawn Penn,
Morten Harket,
Steve Hackett,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Görl,
Aloha Tigers,
T.S.O.L.,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
Charles Mingus,
Average White Band,
Section 25,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Duran Duran,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Main Source,
Patti Smith,
Crime,
Deakin,
Wally Richardson,
The Cramps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tears for Fears,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Modern Lovers,
Essential Logic,
Joe Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.