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 Serbia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Al Stewart to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spoonie Gee,
ABBA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
Minny Pops,
Gong,
a-ha,
Pierre Henry,
Subhumans,
June Days,
Rod Modell,
Marine Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalann,
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work,
the Bar-Kays,
Mars,
Dark Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
Radiohead,
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
The Barracudas,
Ossler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skriet,
The Leaves,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Sherman,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
Alice Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suicide,
Soul II Soul,
Idris Muhammad,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.