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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wasted Youth to the electroclash 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gerry Rafferty,
the Bar-Kays,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sparks,
Swell Maps,
Rosa Yemen,
Simply Red,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
Alice Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
Crime,
Wally Richardson,
The Offenders,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
The Evens,
Kerri Chandler,
Niagra,
Faraquet,
Excepter,
Altered Images,
Ronan,
Toni Rubio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deadbeat,
Stiv Bators,
Second Layer,
Junior Murvin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delta 5,
Matthew Bourne,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
Reuben Wilson,
Ossler,
Quando Quango,
Subhumans,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke,
Arthur Verocai,
Arab on Radar,
Skarface,
Echospace,
Outsiders,
The Toasters,
Lyres,
the Human League,
H. Thieme,
Scan 7,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.