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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 X-Ray Spex to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cure,
Patti Smith,
Pagans,
Dual Sessions,
Scan 7,
Con Funk Shun,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris & Cosey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Lydon,
Sex Pistols,
The Smoke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quadrant,
The American Breed,
X-101,
John Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sound,
Black Sheep,
Mars,
The Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gap Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monolake,
June of 44,
Hashim,
Juan Atkins,
Chrome,
The Busters,
Sun City Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
Terry Callier,
Marine Girls,
The Slits,
Fluxion,
Slave,
Dawn Penn,
Dave Gahan,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.