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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Supertramp to the dance 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Zeros,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
JFA,
The Evens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dawn Penn,
ABC,
Echospace,
Y Pants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Scion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
Section 25,
The Toasters,
The Leaves,
Panda Bear,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
Swans,
Cymande,
The Doors,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Near,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nico,
Icehouse,
Intrusion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonic Youth,
Das Ding,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minny Pops,
Mo-Dettes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Althea and Donna,
Can,
The Trojans,
Vainqueur,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cameo,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
Archie Shepp,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.