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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Black Flag,
Moby Grape,
Fear,
Juan Atkins,
Faraquet,
Ten City,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
Pole,
MC5,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Halsall,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Christie,
The Selecter,
Bobby Sherman,
The Victims,
Skaos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Animal Collective,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
Average White Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kenny Larkin,
Japan,
Rekid,
Harry Pussy,
Kurtis Blow,
Whodini,
Easy Going,
Fluxion,
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman,
The Durutti Column,
the Slits,
Amazonics,
Minor Threat,
Byron Stingily,
Sandy B,
John Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arcadia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Massinfluence,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boz Scaggs,
Nils Olav,
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.