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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 D'Angelo to the crunk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thompson Twins,
Marmalade,
MC5,
Sight & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bluetip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Clear Light,
Swell Maps,
June of 44,
The Barracudas,
Sun City Girls,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Minnie Riperton,
The Standells,
The Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Circle Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Eddi Front,
The Birthday Party,
John Lydon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Judy Mowatt,
Eli Mardock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ludus,
The Toasters,
Robert Hood,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
Monolake,
New Age Steppers,
Fear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Moon,
Shuggie Otis,
Main Source,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Moby Grape,
Smog,
The Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tears for Fears,
The Stooges,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.