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 Libya and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 The Invisible 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Brand Nubian,
Quadrant,
The Vogues,
Funkadelic,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Smog,
Oblivians,
Zero Boys,
Sparks,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Massinfluence,
Qualms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magma,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
Infiniti,
Television Personalities,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
The Motions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kas Product,
Severed Heads,
Charles Mingus,
Accadde A,
Prince Buster,
Lyres,
The Doobie Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ken Boothe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shoche,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
The Techniques,
Deakin,
Max Romeo,
Pagans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aloha Tigers,
AZ,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.