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 Brunei and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Crime to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
OOIOO,
Roger Hodgson,
Blancmange,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül II,
Amazonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
DNA,
James White and The Blacks,
Warsaw,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Fraelich,
Stetsasonic,
The Sonics,
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
Can,
The Blues Magoos,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes,
Inner City,
Zero Boys,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads,
Susan Cadogan,
The Saints,
Lyres,
Q and Not U,
Rod Modell,
Masters at Work,
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Starr,
Faraquet,
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultra Naté,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Standells,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice,
The Pretty Things,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultravox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.