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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Erasure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Qualms,
Model 500,
Davy DMX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The New Christs,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül II,
the Slits,
The Saints,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
The Trojans,
The Smiths,
Robert Görl,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
Masters at Work,
Piero Umiliani,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Sherman,
Grauzone,
Urselle,
Hot Snakes,
Fad Gadget,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tommy Roe,
Cal Tjader,
The Happenings,
Ludus,
X-102,
The Residents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Toasters,
a-ha,
The Offenders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rapeman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Guru Guru,
Charles Mingus,
Isaac Hayes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
Gichy Dan,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
The Victims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echospace,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.