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 Papua New Guinea and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grunge 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
MDC,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pop Group,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
Thee Headcoats,
Fear,
Max Romeo,
The Last Poets,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anthony Braxton,
ABBA,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fugazi,
Lightning Bolt,
Trumans Water,
Subhumans,
U.S. Maple,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
The Remains,
AZ,
Scratch Acid,
Alphaville,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swell Maps,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
The Zeros,
The Gap Band,
Sonic Youth,
Lindisfarne,
The Victims,
Slave,
Freddie Wadling,
The Move,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Charles Mingus,
Joy Division,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Icehouse,
Smog,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Residents,
Hardrive,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.