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 Tajikistan and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Supertramp to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Josef K,
Radio Birdman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
LL Cool J,
Carl Craig,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slits,
FM Einheit,
Stiv Bators,
Procol Harum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Adolescents,
Negative Approach,
Bad Manners,
Mission of Burma,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
Scan 7,
EPMD,
Bluetip,
Nico,
Sixth Finger,
The Cowsills,
In Retrospect,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
Brass Construction,
Monolake,
Marine Girls,
Quando Quango,
Black Sheep,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
Average White Band,
Smog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marmalade,
L. Decosne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronan,
Kayak,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
John Foxx,
Morten Harket,
Metal Thangz,
Sam Rivers,
Ronnie Foster,
Suburban Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.