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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 OOIOO to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Technova,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funkadelic,
Guru Guru,
Das Ding,
Moebius,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
Peter & Gordon,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Eli Mardock,
This Heat,
The Techniques,
Urselle,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Godley & Creme,
Saccharine Trust,
Lower 48,
Basic Channel,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Deadbeat,
Cybotron,
Nico,
Altered Images,
Cymande,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
Eden Ahbez,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
Bronski Beat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aswad,
Oneida,
Joey Negro,
Skaos,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
The Selecter,
Soft Cell,
New Order,
The Evens,
Grauzone,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.