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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
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 theremin 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 Peter and Kerry to the electroclash 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
Supertramp,
Model 500,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
the Association,
Procol Harum,
Roger Hodgson,
Quantec,
DJ Style,
Flash Fearless,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Basic Channel,
The Move,
The Invisible,
Negative Approach,
The Fugs,
The Martian,
The Blues Magoos,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
The Velvet Underground,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tears for Fears,
DNA,
John Foxx,
Bob Dylan,
Sonny Sharrock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare,
Talk Talk,
Bluetip,
The Stooges,
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
Soft Machine,
Jawbox,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.