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 Singapore and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott Heron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Leaves,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Organ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
The Fugs,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
Tom Boy,
The Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deadbeat,
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Kaleidoscope,
Janne Schatter,
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
the Slits,
Swans,
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
DNA,
The Mummies,
The Residents,
Thompson Twins,
The Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
The Gun Club,
Swell Maps,
Agent Orange,
MDC,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Smooth,
The Monks,
The United States of America,
the Association,
Rites of Spring,
Faust,
The Fuzztones,
Gang of Four,
Japan,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
Peter and Kerry,
Infiniti,
Adolescents,
Tim Buckley,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.