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 Chad and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
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 rhodes 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Joe Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Vainqueur,
The Remains,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soulsonic Force,
Kayak,
AZ,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Juan Atkins,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry's Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Stooges,
Black Sheep,
Interpol,
The Busters,
48th St. Collective,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
Underground Resistance,
Technova,
The Raincoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül II,
Lindisfarne,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Buzzcocks,
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quadrant,
Godley & Creme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Names,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
DNA,
The Techniques,
Lower 48,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Goldenarms,
Marvin Gaye,
Scientists,
Skarface,
Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
the Germs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bluetip,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.