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 Luxembourg and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smoke to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Happenings,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Icehouse,
The Monochrome Set,
Half Japanese,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chrome,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra,
Pere Ubu,
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young,
Brick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gichy Dan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Darondo,
Massinfluence,
Deakin,
Rapeman,
Intrusion,
Ronnie Foster,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Enemy,
The Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Toasters,
Aloha Tigers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Hood,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hardrive,
The Doors,
Skriet,
Can,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
Terry Callier,
B.T. Express,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.