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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ronnie Foster to the disco 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Erykah Badu,
X-102,
Thompson Twins,
Lightning Bolt,
Flash Fearless,
Steve Hackett,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronan,
The Associates,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
Sixth Finger,
John Foxx,
Letta Mbulu,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Essential Logic,
One Last Wish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Vogues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
Mandrill,
Marine Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Technova,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reagan Youth,
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
Gichy Dan,
the Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Halsall,
Minnie Riperton,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
Tubeway Army,
Laurel Aitken,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aswad,
Iggy Pop,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lyres,
8 Eyed Spy,
CMW,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.