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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Von Mondo,
Mad Mike,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
The Cowsills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ludus,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
T. Rex,
Camberwell Now,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Bourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Severed Heads,
JFA,
Darondo,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
Can,
Eurythmics,
The Index,
EPMD,
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blake Baxter,
U.S. Maple,
The Motions,
Intrusion,
Subhumans,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Lydon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Black Flag,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fugazi,
F. McDonald,
Organ,
The Blues Magoos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Enemy,
Wasted Youth,
The Black Dice,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.