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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lightning Bolt to the crunk 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel,
Ludus,
The Raincoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
Radiopuhelimet,
These Immortal Souls,
Nils Olav,
Nirvana,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Archie Shepp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed,
The Fugs,
The Saints,
Black Pus,
Cybotron,
Robert Hood,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio,
Bad Manners,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mummies,
Al Stewart,
ABBA,
The American Breed,
The Gun Club,
Gong,
Boredoms,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
MC5,
Erykah Badu,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Sneak,
Danielle Patucci,
Los Fastidios,
Crime,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wasted Youth,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.