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 Malta and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 The Evens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rapeman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Clear Light,
Cymande,
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Wolf Eyes,
Zero Boys,
Funkadelic,
Neu!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
Rotary Connection,
Intrusion,
Audionom,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
H. Thieme,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare,
Bush Tetras,
The Dead C,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
UT,
Organ,
Das Ding,
Archie Shepp,
The Cramps,
The Count Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun City Girls,
Bluetip,
D'Angelo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.