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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
H. Thieme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
The Divine Comedy,
Wings,
Black Sheep,
Public Enemy,
Delta 5,
Sällskapet,
Model 500,
Ossler,
The Slits,
Zapp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
Patti Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Marine Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Shoche,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Trojans,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monks,
Surgeon,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Stiv Bators,
Adolescents,
D'Angelo,
Sex Pistols,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Nation of Ulysses,
FM Einheit,
Mars,
Yellowson,
Cybotron,
The Victims,
The Beau Brummels,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Max Romeo,
Deadbeat,
Nirvana,
Sonic Youth,
E-Dancer,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.