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 Samoa and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 The Vogues to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Index,
Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Minutemen,
Harry Pussy,
MDC,
Parry Music,
Flipper,
Royal Trux,
Nas,
Mantronix,
Niagra,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Bourne,
T. Rex,
Sparks,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arthur Verocai,
Subhumans,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
Suburban Knight,
Public Enemy,
Nico,
L. Decosne,
Lower 48,
Quadrant,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
The Victims,
The Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
Pierre Henry,
Arab on Radar,
James White and The Blacks,
Japan,
Crime,
the Sonics,
Black Flag,
Mo-Dettes,
Urselle,
Audionom,
Technova,
Crash Course in Science,
Bluetip,
AZ,
Freddie Wadling,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bronski Beat,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Hill,
Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Fad Gadget,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.