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 Slovenia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Shuggie Otis to the rock 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
Radiohead,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
EPMD,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra,
Patti Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
Brick,
Deadbeat,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
Vladislav Delay,
Masters at Work,
Cluster,
The Invisible,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
June of 44,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monks,
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül II,
Bauhaus,
Eurythmics,
Liliput,
Warren Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ohio Players,
Tommy Roe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skaos,
Gong,
Technova,
The Dirtbombs,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
Television,
Metal Thangz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deakin,
Ponytail,
Hot Snakes,
Pere Ubu,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fire Engines,
Ten City,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.