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 Uruguay and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Saints to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Smiths,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
The Selecter,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
Chrome,
Arcadia,
The Cramps,
The Fire Engines,
Scion,
Qualms,
Alphaville,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Animal Collective,
Liliput,
One Last Wish,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cowsills,
Eve St. Jones,
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moody Blues,
The Dirtbombs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
The Blues Magoos,
Camouflage,
Moss Icon,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mad Mike,
Mary Jane Girls,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
the Normal,
CMW,
Althea and Donna,
Minny Pops,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kenny Larkin,
The Happenings,
Archie Shepp,
Hot Snakes,
Magma,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.