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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
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 chamberlin 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 Gabor Szabo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heaven 17,
Model 500,
Delon & Dalcan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris Corsano,
Youth Brigade,
Buzzcocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
The American Breed,
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Raincoats,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Josef K,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy Collins,
Surgeon,
Joe Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Groovy Waters,
Jawbox,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Wells,
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skaos,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Gong,
Althea and Donna,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.