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 Taipei.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Royal Trux to the crunk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Swell Maps,
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pagans,
the Human League,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Easy Going,
Niagra,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Leaves,
the Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Procol Harum,
The Blackbyrds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sparks,
Ludus,
Smog,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
The Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Masters at Work,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
New York Dolls,
Television Personalities,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sixth Finger,
David McCallum,
Boz Scaggs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
One Last Wish,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Aaron Thompson,
MC5,
Byron Stingily,
Toni Rubio,
Agent Orange,
Faust,
Au Pairs,
Organ,
Skarface,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.