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 Gabon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Knickerbockers to the grunge 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scratch Acid,
T.S.O.L.,
John Lydon,
The Walker Brothers,
Grauzone,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Young Rascals,
Sandy B,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
Whodini,
Echospace,
EPMD,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas,
Brass Construction,
The Doobie Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker,
Jerry's Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Talk Talk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Wolf Eyes,
Scion,
Darondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
Junior Murvin,
The Moleskins,
Nas,
Matthew Halsall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Theoretical Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
Jacques Brel,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.