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 Ethiopia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
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 The Vogues to the rap 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harry Pussy,
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Bill Near,
Malaria!,
The Mummies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bronski Beat,
Underground Resistance,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
Flash Fearless,
Oneida,
Rosa Yemen,
Adolescents,
Bobby Womack,
MC5,
John Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
Eddi Front,
L. Decosne,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
Moss Icon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
Jeff Lynne,
These Immortal Souls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T.S.O.L.,
Darondo,
Wally Richardson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Average White Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Supertramp,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
the Association,
The Barracudas,
Dennis Brown,
Ultravox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
Clear Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Modern Lovers,
the Germs,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.