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 Guyana and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Dawn Penn to the grunge 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
The Wake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arthur Verocai,
Mission of Burma,
Cybotron,
Albert Ayler,
The Last Poets,
Max Romeo,
Royal Trux,
Lindisfarne,
Mad Mike,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
a-ha,
The Smiths,
Dark Day,
Section 25,
Roger Hodgson,
Blake Baxter,
Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Tremeloes,
Shuggie Otis,
Nik Kershaw,
Cameo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gun Club,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Agent Orange,
Soulsonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Babytalk,
The Star Department,
The United States of America,
R.M.O.,
Wolf Eyes,
Vainqueur,
The Selecter,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.