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 Moldova and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 OOIOO to the techno 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Motions,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
Faust,
Quadrant,
Rapeman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Metal Thangz,
Kas Product,
Qualms,
Grey Daturas,
Max Romeo,
Royal Trux,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
Bobby Sherman,
Depeche Mode,
Lakeside,
The Gun Club,
R.M.O.,
The Evens,
Henry Cow,
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Gang Dance,
Althea and Donna,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
New Order,
Animal Collective,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eurythmics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Altered Images,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cure,
Jeff Mills,
Cluster,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.