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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Lynne to the disco 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Fortunes,
Deepchord,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
Infiniti,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maurizio,
UT,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
a-ha,
Rites of Spring,
Minutemen,
Nirvana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Darondo,
The Gun Club,
Make Up,
Fat Boys,
Tears for Fears,
the Bar-Kays,
The Neon Judgement,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slits,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
Laurel Aitken,
The Standells,
T. Rex,
Sam Rivers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brothers Johnson,
OOIOO,
The Gories,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantytec,
The Mojo Men,
The Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Television,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül II,
Faust,
Urselle,
ABC,
Blake Baxter,
Audionom,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.