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 Algeria and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps 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?
The Raincoats,
Scientists,
EPMD,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tim Buckley,
Isaac Hayes,
Shuggie Otis,
Hot Snakes,
the Slits,
Von Mondo,
Tres Demented,
Theoretical Girls,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magma,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
The Real Kids,
Eli Mardock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chrome,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
UT,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maurizio,
Gabor Szabo,
John Lydon,
F. McDonald,
T. Rex,
Unrelated Segments,
Deakin,
Kas Product,
Cluster,
Janne Schatter,
Pere Ubu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aural Exciters,
Rakim,
AZ,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra,
Niagra,
Echospace,
Brick,
The Standells,
The Last Poets,
Lungfish,
Dave Gahan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eve St. Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Audionom,
Y Pants,
Franke,
Unwound,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.