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 the UAE and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Sarah Menescal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Underground Resistance,
Harmonia,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
Sam Rivers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moleskins,
The Wake,
Wasted Youth,
Erasure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wolf Eyes,
Warsaw,
Bluetip,
Circle Jerks,
Make Up,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
Slave,
Reagan Youth,
Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
Scratch Acid,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Red Krayola,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dual Sessions,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Japan,
Mad Mike,
Man Eating Sloth,
Basic Channel,
Supertramp,
10cc,
Mo-Dettes,
Fat Boys,
Morten Harket,
Blancmange,
K-Klass,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boz Scaggs,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.