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 London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 June of 44 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey,
Pussy Galore,
Cameo,
cv313,
Davy DMX,
The Residents,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
Fad Gadget,
Can,
New York Dolls,
The Pop Group,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
David McCallum,
The Cowsills,
Scientists,
Jimmy McGriff,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fortunes,
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum,
Eli Mardock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Enemy,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
Fluxion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ten City,
Harmonia,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Mills,
10cc,
Pagans,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
DNA,
Moss Icon,
The Slackers,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.