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 Czech Republic and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 The Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Beasts of Bourbon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Görl,
Deepchord,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra,
The Sound,
Brass Construction,
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
Juan Atkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dark Day,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
Scion,
Tears for Fears,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ludus,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
Eric Dolphy,
Iggy Pop,
Cecil Taylor,
The Invisible,
Franke,
Animal Collective,
The Five Americans,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eddi Front,
Gang Starr,
Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Eli Mardock,
Anakelly,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
Vainqueur,
Organ,
Magma,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
cv313,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
the Bar-Kays,
Gastr Del Sol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Y Pants,
Suicide,
The Happenings,
The Fall,
Sound Behaviour,
Agent Orange,
MC5,
The Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.