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 Angola 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
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 arpeggiator 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 Circle Jerks to the jazz 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slick Rick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kenny Larkin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy Collins,
Heaven 17,
Alice Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Bauhaus,
Howard Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
Avey Tare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MDC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
ABC,
Little Man,
Oneida,
Wolf Eyes,
Babytalk,
Joyce Sims,
48th St. Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Mr. Review,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
Altered Images,
Scion,
B.T. Express,
Davy DMX,
Urselle,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Gang Dance,
These Immortal Souls,
Mandrill,
Nils Olav,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
The Sonics,
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
Pagans,
X-102,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Halsall,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.