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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sister Nancy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Swans,
Man Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Kas Product,
Sound Behaviour,
Half Japanese,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
Yaz,
the Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Josef K,
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
Funky Four + One,
Albert Ayler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ossler,
Nirvana,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
Scientists,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Grass Roots,
Pagans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
E-Dancer,
Qualms,
Amon Düül II,
Fatback Band,
Rod Modell,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
Angry Samoans,
Outsiders,
Tim Buckley,
Wally Richardson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Star Department,
Danielle Patucci,
Sex Pistols,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.