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 Congo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stereo Dub to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacques Brel,
Janne Schatter,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
Camouflage,
Joyce Sims,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Connie Case,
the Germs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Zeros,
Royal Trux,
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Fraelich,
cv313,
Toni Rubio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
F. McDonald,
The Pop Group,
Cluster,
Goldenarms,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
Infiniti,
Sällskapet,
Morten Harket,
Aswad,
Hashim,
Animal Collective,
Lakeside,
Mark Hollis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doors,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Starr,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
These Immortal Souls,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.