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 and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Aswad to the grunge 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
a-ha,
Pierre Henry,
Popol Vuh,
David McCallum,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
Unwound,
Crime,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pussy Galore,
Gichy Dan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Sneak,
Metal Thangz,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris Corsano,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
Terry Callier,
The Cramps,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Mills,
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Young Marble Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America,
Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Kayak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
Boogie Down Productions,
China Crisis,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
The American Breed,
June Days,
Black Sheep,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.