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 Kazakhstan 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hot Snakes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
Whodini,
Al Stewart,
Hot Snakes,
Symarip,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra,
Deepchord,
E-Dancer,
Alice Coltrane,
The Saints,
X-101,
Reagan Youth,
Ohio Players,
Ice-T,
Neil Young,
Bauhaus,
Pierre Henry,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Velvet Underground,
X-102,
Amon Düül,
The Blues Magoos,
Jawbox,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
Unwound,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Qualms,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
Mantronix,
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joyce Sims,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eddi Front,
Blossom Toes,
The Cramps,
Q and Not U,
New Order,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.