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 Jamaica and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Stetsasonic,
KRS-One,
Yazoo,
Niagra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drexciya,
FM Einheit,
the Germs,
Black Moon,
Moby Grape,
Au Pairs,
Aloha Tigers,
Television Personalities,
R.M.O.,
The Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
Throbbing Gristle,
PIL,
the Normal,
Todd Terry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
The Cramps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Real Kids,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scientists,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
Davy DMX,
Camberwell Now,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
E-Dancer,
The Monks,
Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Gabor Szabo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
Gong,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Essential Logic,
kango's stein massive,
Cluster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.