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 Venezuela and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Section 25 to the dance 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gong,
Tears for Fears,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fear,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Green,
The Names,
The Techniques,
Eurythmics,
The Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Kaleidoscope,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
Rotary Connection,
Harmonia,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Al Stewart,
This Heat,
Symarip,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
The Motions,
Lou Reed,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
Liliput,
K-Klass,
Gabor Szabo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doors,
The Cowsills,
Basic Channel,
The Toasters,
Byron Stingily,
Shuggie Otis,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Altered Images,
The Victims,
Scrapy,
Johnny Clarke,
the Swans,
D'Angelo,
These Immortal Souls,
Pole,
The Knickerbockers,
Mandrill,
Joyce Sims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Danielle Patucci,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.