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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tres Demented to the grunge 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Pagans,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q65,
48th St. Collective,
Patti Smith,
Newcleus,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
Rosa Yemen,
John Holt,
Jerry's Kids,
H. Thieme,
Gang of Four,
Michelle Simonal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
Funkadelic,
Bronski Beat,
Barry Ungar,
Skaos,
Royal Trux,
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tears for Fears,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
ABC,
Roxy Music,
Guru Guru,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Can,
Drexciya,
Mars,
10cc,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
Alison Limerick,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.