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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
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 marimba 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 Negative Approach to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Eurythmics,
The Raincoats,
The American Breed,
Colin Newman,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Stooges,
Bootsy Collins,
The Skatalites,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Black Dice,
Al Stewart,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Los Fastidios,
Essential Logic,
The Litter,
Ice-T,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
X-Ray Spex,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nirvana,
John Lydon,
Fear,
Eve St. Jones,
Scrapy,
Q65,
Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Outsiders,
Vladislav Delay,
The Divine Comedy,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Juan Atkins,
New Age Steppers,
Symarip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
Wire,
Darondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pylon,
Sight & Sound,
Infiniti,
The Golliwogs,
Pagans,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echospace,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.