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 Iran and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
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 sitar 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 Graham Central Station to the electroclash 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Names,
The Trojans,
The Gap Band,
Slick Rick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pussy Galore,
Interpol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
Radiohead,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
Arab on Radar,
X-102,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
Marmalade,
Stiv Bators,
Intrusion,
JFA,
Slave,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quando Quango,
Rotary Connection,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
cv313,
Franke,
Carl Craig,
The Black Dice,
Accadde A,
Roxette,
Liliput,
China Crisis,
Marine Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
Letta Mbulu,
Tres Demented,
Boredoms,
Iggy Pop,
Massinfluence,
Soul II Soul,
Newcleus,
Absolute Body Control,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Brass Construction,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aloha Tigers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eli Mardock,
Tommy Roe,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.