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 Guyana and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 OOIOO 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lucky Dragons,
Warren Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Eve St. Jones,
Panda Bear,
Faust,
Pantytec,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
Joe Finger,
F. McDonald,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalann,
Grauzone,
Barry Ungar,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
Echospace,
Fluxion,
Intrusion,
Accadde A,
Lungfish,
MDC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hashim,
Wasted Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zero Boys,
Black Flag,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
The Litter,
Easy Going,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pop Group,
Marmalade,
Wolf Eyes,
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
Heaven 17,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Gang Green,
Harry Pussy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
The Dead C,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Parry Music,
Marc Almond,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.