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 Lithuania and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Magma to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Susan Cadogan,
Warsaw,
David McCallum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy,
Charles Mingus,
The Wake,
Dark Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funkadelic,
Faraquet,
Pagans,
Wings,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
Slave,
Schoolly D,
Pulsallama,
Massinfluence,
Rites of Spring,
Siglo XX,
Panda Bear,
Young Marble Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
Half Japanese,
The Slits,
The Kinks,
The Zeros,
The Evens,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
Theoretical Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Animal Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
Pantytec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
Ken Boothe,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dead C,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vladislav Delay,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.