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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Audionom to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Moleskins,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxy Music,
The Happenings,
Pierre Henry,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Durutti Column,
Crime,
The Count Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
PIL,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bauhaus,
OOIOO,
Underground Resistance,
Au Pairs,
The Move,
The New Christs,
X-101,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
Can,
Suicide,
New York Dolls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Y Pants,
Josef K,
Flipper,
The Evens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül II,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television Personalities,
Television,
Chrome,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
Q and Not U,
The Associates,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sister Nancy,
Morten Harket,
Anakelly,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donny Hathaway,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.