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 Afghanistan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Pagans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
the Bar-Kays,
Funkadelic,
DJ Sneak,
Pantaleimon,
Thompson Twins,
Liliput,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
the Normal,
Ronan,
June of 44,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalann,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
Accadde A,
Tommy Roe,
Amazonics,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
Babytalk,
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
L. Decosne,
Nas,
Althea and Donna,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masters at Work,
Smog,
48th St. Collective,
Black Flag,
The Five Americans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pop Group,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sarah Menescal,
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
Joy Division,
Slave,
Chrome,
The Mojo Men,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brass Construction,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
Pole,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joensuu 1685,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.