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 Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Rites of Spring to the rap 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Index,
The Gun Club,
The Doors,
The Saints,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
Guru Guru,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
Quando Quango,
Davy DMX,
Moss Icon,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
Alphaville,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minutemen,
Stiv Bators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Danielle Patucci,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
X-101,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül II,
R.M.O.,
Radiohead,
Johnny Clarke,
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd.,
a-ha,
PIL,
KRS-One,
Subhumans,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mr. Review,
Yazoo,
Brass Construction,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harry Pussy,
Tears for Fears,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Starr,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
Von Mondo,
Sällskapet,
Junior Murvin,
F. McDonald,
The Names,
Lou Christie,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.