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 Korea South and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott Heron to the dance 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Lucky Dragons,
OOIOO,
Cluster,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
cv313,
Marc Almond,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moleskins,
Chris & Cosey,
Unwound,
Smog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television,
The Wake,
The Pop Group,
Rod Modell,
This Heat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harry Pussy,
ABC,
Skaos,
Kayak,
The Associates,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
World's Most,
Buzzcocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Dolphy,
The Buckinghams,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bronski Beat,
Isaac Hayes,
Michelle Simonal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brick,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABBA,
Sixth Finger,
Pylon,
Procol Harum,
China Crisis,
Steve Hackett,
Aaron Thompson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sällskapet,
Deakin,
Monks,
Josef K,
Robert Hood,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.