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 Liberia 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tommy Roe 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Surgeon,
Pussy Galore,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ituana,
Scott Walker,
The Walker Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
The Toasters,
Mantronix,
The Litter,
Rekid,
The Mojo Men,
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Hot Snakes,
48th St. Collective,
Smog,
The Black Dice,
Circle Jerks,
The Techniques,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
The Smoke,
The Star Department,
Essential Logic,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Finger,
Altered Images,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
The Moleskins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Ultravox,
Zero Boys,
The Last Poets,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lindisfarne,
Skriet,
The Angels of Light,
H. Thieme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Make Up,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pierre Henry,
Ice-T,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pylon,
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.