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 Honduras and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nation of Ulysses to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Sällskapet,
Brand Nubian,
Yaz,
EPMD,
Joyce Sims,
Alison Limerick,
Dual Sessions,
Swans,
Lou Christie,
Fluxion,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Junior Murvin,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed,
Janne Schatter,
Fad Gadget,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
Thompson Twins,
Donny Hathaway,
Terrestrial Tones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
Minnie Riperton,
Dark Day,
Pierre Henry,
Niagra,
Quadrant,
James White and The Blacks,
The J.B.'s,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Neon Judgement,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blues Magoos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Porter Ricks,
Black Moon,
Newcleus,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
Average White Band,
Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
Sex Pistols,
Index,
Juan Atkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shoche,
Lindisfarne,
Unwound,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
Peter and Kerry,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.