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 India and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Outsiders to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Sex Pistols,
Los Fastidios,
The Slits,
Lindisfarne,
The Monochrome Set,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maleditus Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
Ohio Players,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cymande,
Warsaw,
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
Chrome,
Sun Ra,
Monks,
R.M.O.,
Bush Tetras,
Babytalk,
Darondo,
Little Man,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos,
The Five Americans,
Suburban Knight,
Parry Music,
Subhumans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Franke,
Brass Construction,
L. Decosne,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
Pantaleimon,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
DNA,
Mars,
Index,
Ludus,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Selecter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.