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 Estonia 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Average White Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Ossler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smiths,
Harmonia,
The Angels of Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
Zapp,
The Techniques,
Aswad,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
Monolake,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
Mo-Dettes,
Colin Newman,
Infiniti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flipper,
The Real Kids,
Mad Mike,
Suicide,
Joyce Sims,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
R.M.O.,
In Retrospect,
Piero Umiliani,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minutemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Easy Going,
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Birthday Party,
Slick Rick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
Y Pants,
Derrick May,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Hood,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.