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 Syria and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Graham Central Station to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Lynne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scion,
Maurizio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tres Demented,
10cc,
The Fuzztones,
The Beau Brummels,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
K-Klass,
The Litter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Music Machine,
Pierre Henry,
The Golliwogs,
Minor Threat,
The Zeros,
Lalann,
Reuben Wilson,
Circle Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chrome,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alison Limerick,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
Kayak,
Godley & Creme,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
The Martian,
Motorama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pylon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
Das Ding,
Zero Boys,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.