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 Albania and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Germs to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Loose Ends,
Dawn Penn,
Mission of Burma,
The Zeros,
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
The Slackers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cameo,
Wire,
Joyce Sims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
June of 44,
David Axelrod,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Vogues,
Laurel Aitken,
Swell Maps,
David Bowie,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nas,
Scion,
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Ultra Naté,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Count Five,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Davy DMX,
Hashim,
Duran Duran,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
Mr. Review,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.