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 Poland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sex Pistols,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
The Move,
Avey Tare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
A Certain Ratio,
Gabor Szabo,
Gong,
Technova,
AZ,
Trumans Water,
The Raincoats,
Black Bananas,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Womack,
The Black Dice,
Radio Birdman,
Tommy Roe,
The Count Five,
Al Stewart,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacob Miller,
World's Most,
Albert Ayler,
The Cramps,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
Babytalk,
Wings,
Absolute Body Control,
Max Romeo,
Janne Schatter,
Dawn Penn,
These Immortal Souls,
Ten City,
Prince Buster,
Brothers Johnson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Au Pairs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Depeche Mode,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.