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 Luxembourg 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
Altered Images,
The Gories,
Magma,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Television Personalities,
Silicon Teens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacob Miller,
Ludus,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Leaves,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Ten City,
Young Marble Giants,
Agent Orange,
The Vogues,
Arcadia,
Bob Dylan,
Stereo Dub,
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Carl Craig,
Dead Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls,
Minor Threat,
Suburban Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
Slave,
Smog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter & Gordon,
Pagans,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.