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 Belarus and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Althea and Donna,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fuzztones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pretty Things,
The Techniques,
La Düsseldorf,
The Happenings,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cramps,
Barbara Tucker,
Sam Rivers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unwound,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
The Moody Blues,
Camberwell Now,
Little Man,
A Certain Ratio,
Davy DMX,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
Gerry Rafferty,
Main Source,
The Searchers,
Thee Headcoats,
Bob Dylan,
Saccharine Trust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magma,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Icehouse,
The Monks,
Altered Images,
Lalann,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Make Up,
June of 44,
U.S. Maple,
Surgeon,
Kayak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.