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 Gambia 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Warren Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
The Residents,
Y Pants,
The Moleskins,
Hardrive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalann,
Scrapy,
Ituana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantytec,
PIL,
Prince Buster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Christie,
Faraquet,
Donald Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monochrome Set,
Moss Icon,
Monolake,
John Lydon,
John Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
David McCallum,
Icehouse,
Zapp,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Janne Schatter,
Eurythmics,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
The Stooges,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minutemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Wally Richardson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
ABC,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.