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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 B.T. Express to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The New Christs,
The Saints,
Visage,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angry Samoans,
The Red Krayola,
Jacob Miller,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
Steve Hackett,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echospace,
Quadrant,
Mark Hollis,
Alison Limerick,
New York Dolls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donny Hathaway,
The Toasters,
L. Decosne,
cv313,
Intrusion,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Sherman,
David McCallum,
Eric Copeland,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Stiv Bators,
Tears for Fears,
Outsiders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pere Ubu,
Deakin,
Faraquet,
MC5,
Siglo XX,
Dennis Brown,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
Thompson Twins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T. Rex,
X-101,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
Donald Byrd,
The Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.