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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Deakin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Japan,
The Stooges,
the Slits,
the Normal,
The Victims,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronan,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Goldenarms,
The Gun Club,
Sandy B,
Slave,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
Funkadelic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lightning Bolt,
Popol Vuh,
Al Stewart,
Television Personalities,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young,
The Cramps,
One Last Wish,
Cecil Taylor,
John Cale,
the Human League,
Severed Heads,
Animal Collective,
Fugazi,
Moss Icon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Knickerbockers,
John Foxx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
Banda Bassotti,
Motorama,
Kerri Chandler,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.