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 Romania and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 Skriet to the electroclash 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Gladiators,
Radio Birdman,
Brothers Johnson,
Oblivians,
Organ,
Tim Buckley,
Sam Rivers,
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
Scion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxette,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cure,
Royal Trux,
Masters at Work,
Mission of Burma,
John Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
Harmonia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
The Grass Roots,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
David McCallum,
Marc Almond,
Lalo Schifrin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Make Up,
Niagra,
Pylon,
Neu!,
The Fugs,
Negative Approach,
X-101,
Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
The Slackers,
Cybotron,
Wolf Eyes,
Kenny Larkin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Vogues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Hasil Adkins,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Schoolly D,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.