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 Djibouti and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tres Demented to the crunk 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Cowsills,
Main Source,
The Cure,
Jeff Lynne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joensuu 1685,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Enemy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann,
The Fugs,
Don Cherry,
David Axelrod,
Delta 5,
Arab on Radar,
Davy DMX,
Half Japanese,
Hoover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Japan,
Rod Modell,
Yazoo,
Wolf Eyes,
Idris Muhammad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fear,
The Fuzztones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blackbyrds,
The Skatalites,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
U.S. Maple,
The Associates,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Malaria!,
Country Teasers,
The Dead C,
Funky Four + One,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jandek,
Rekid,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
Ultra Naté,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.