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 Malawi and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the techno 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick May,
The Misunderstood,
Chrome,
Jerry's Kids,
DNA,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Near,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
The Doors,
Al Stewart,
Blossom Toes,
Cameo,
Hashim,
10cc,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Half Japanese,
John Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Eric Dolphy,
Erykah Badu,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie,
Patti Smith,
Carl Craig,
David Axelrod,
Roxette,
Can,
K-Klass,
Stiv Bators,
Television Personalities,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
Eli Mardock,
Wasted Youth,
The Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
Derrick Morgan,
Funky Four + One,
Ten City,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Sherman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Davy DMX,
The Selecter,
Minor Threat,
Inner City,
Thompson Twins,
Depeche Mode,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.