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 Gambia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Cheater Slicks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Pole,
Make Up,
The Standells,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erykah Badu,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
Minor Threat,
The Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Drexciya,
Lalann,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Scion,
Los Fastidios,
Young Marble Giants,
The Music Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
AZ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Groovy Waters,
Judy Mowatt,
Donald Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Josef K,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
Nas,
Intrusion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
Albert Ayler,
The Residents,
Marvin Gaye,
Howard Jones,
Nirvana,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Stooges,
The Moody Blues,
Zero Boys,
Niagra,
Clear Light,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mummies,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.