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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
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 guitar 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 John Holt to the funk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fugs,
Sällskapet,
the Germs,
Black Sheep,
The Sound,
Von Mondo,
F. McDonald,
cv313,
The Fall,
Connie Case,
The Smoke,
Sound Behaviour,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ituana,
Soulsonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Camberwell Now,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mo-Dettes,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
ABBA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amazonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
Ultra Naté,
Sandy B,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Danielle Patucci,
Bronski Beat,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Style,
Pantaleimon,
Mark Hollis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erasure,
Wire,
Byron Stingily,
Drive Like Jehu,
James White and The Blacks,
Franke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quando Quango,
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The United States of America,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.