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 Vietnam and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Alphaville,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Toni Rubio,
Crime,
Camouflage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minor Threat,
Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
Fad Gadget,
Girls At Our Best!,
Piero Umiliani,
New York Dolls,
Sparks,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
Brand Nubian,
The Evens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Blake Baxter,
China Crisis,
Saccharine Trust,
L. Decosne,
The Gories,
Sister Nancy,
the Swans,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maurizio,
Iggy Pop,
Oneida,
Barrington Levy,
Tom Boy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rekid,
Lalann,
Whodini,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
The Count Five,
Ohio Players,
Fear,
Boredoms,
Black Sheep,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.