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 Tanzania and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 The Fuzztones to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Brick,
Max Romeo,
Babytalk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Second Layer,
Wolf Eyes,
John Foxx,
The Last Poets,
Jawbox,
Buzzcocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
Cybotron,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Bourne,
Drexciya,
Kool Moe Dee,
MDC,
Thompson Twins,
New York Dolls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glenn Branca,
The Real Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Minor Threat,
Nas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Kas Product,
Fat Boys,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Japan,
Lindisfarne,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
Harmonia,
New Age Steppers,
Eve St. Jones,
Section 25,
The Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Idris Muhammad,
Morten Harket,
the Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kayak,
Derrick May,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.