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 Israel and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 David Axelrod to the crunk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
The Litter,
DJ Sneak,
Arab on Radar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Altered Images,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
Joey Negro,
Cameo,
The Dead C,
Cal Tjader,
Crispian St. Peters,
Main Source,
Nick Fraelich,
Kayak,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minutemen,
The Black Dice,
The Victims,
Roxette,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun City Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
Rotary Connection,
Joy Division,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harry Pussy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Style,
the Normal,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
Cecil Taylor,
Inner City,
Hasil Adkins,
The Vogues,
Panda Bear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Sex Pistols,
John Holt,
Lyres,
Carl Craig,
Moby Grape,
In Retrospect,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.