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 Benin and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cameo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers,
D'Angelo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gun Club,
Marmalade,
Sight & Sound,
Pylon,
Second Layer,
Bluetip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harmonia,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Standells,
Flipper,
Pole,
R.M.O.,
Scrapy,
Massinfluence,
The Fortunes,
FM Einheit,
Fluxion,
Rod Modell,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonic Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
The Pop Group,
Funkadelic,
Peter and Kerry,
Howard Jones,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Jacques Brel,
Black Pus,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül II,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
The Selecter,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Severed Heads,
Traffic Nightmare,
Janne Schatter,
Alison Limerick,
Ossler,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.