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 Mali and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach,
Porter Ricks,
the Sonics,
Flipper,
Lou Christie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Goldenarms,
The Last Poets,
Arthur Verocai,
Fatback Band,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Lydon,
The Cowsills,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
UT,
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bluetip,
DJ Sneak,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
Outsiders,
China Crisis,
Alice Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Khruangbin,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Almond,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
In Retrospect,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Flamin' Groovies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
Gang Green,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.