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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
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 organ 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 Iggy Pop to the grunge 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Derrick Morgan,
The Residents,
T.S.O.L.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Babytalk,
Sonic Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Normal,
Von Mondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
Pole,
Nico,
Brick,
The Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cowsills,
the Association,
Wally Richardson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Angels of Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Interpol,
Marmalade,
Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Cameo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
The Gun Club,
AZ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brand Nubian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rekid,
Motorama,
Kayak,
Brass Construction,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Starr,
Television Personalities,
K-Klass,
DJ Style,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
Minutemen,
the Germs,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tommy Roe,
Section 25,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.