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 Turkey and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Doobie Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Hood,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Easy Going,
Archie Shepp,
Swans,
Ronan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arab on Radar,
The Fugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül II,
Lungfish,
The Tremeloes,
cv313,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
The New Christs,
Peter and Kerry,
Faraquet,
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Vogues,
the Association,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Beau Brummels,
Fugazi,
Nick Fraelich,
Procol Harum,
Bad Manners,
Hashim,
Charles Mingus,
Thompson Twins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sound Behaviour,
Banda Bassotti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Barracudas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
EPMD,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Martian,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.