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 Angola and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 Cameo to the crunk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Swell Maps,
Hoover,
Oneida,
Shoche,
Warren Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Don Cherry,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fatback Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eli Mardock,
ABC,
Rites of Spring,
Deakin,
Duran Duran,
The Modern Lovers,
MDC,
Max Romeo,
Althea and Donna,
Y Pants,
T.S.O.L.,
Deepchord,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Saints,
Joyce Sims,
Flipper,
Circle Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Sun City Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
La Düsseldorf,
Con Funk Shun,
Hashim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scrapy,
Junior Murvin,
EPMD,
Jeru the Damaja,
Easy Going,
Gang Starr,
The Doors,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
The Smiths,
Interpol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Style,
Lou Christie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Motions,
Pierre Henry,
Blake Baxter,
Black Pus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quantec,
Josef K,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.