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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Mo-Dettes to the techno 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Sight & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
Qualms,
Tim Buckley,
The Mojo Men,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronan,
Alton Ellis,
T. Rex,
Adolescents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anakelly,
Bad Manners,
Boredoms,
Essential Logic,
U.S. Maple,
The Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nirvana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
The Blackbyrds,
John Cale,
Brick,
Talk Talk,
the Germs,
Urselle,
Lungfish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maleditus Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Al Stewart,
Khruangbin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Audionom,
Livin' Joy,
Skarface,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marmalade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Red Krayola,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Divine Comedy,
Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.