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 Lagos.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Kurtis Blow,
Little Man,
Loose Ends,
the Association,
Surgeon,
Inner City,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shuggie Otis,
Cameo,
The Happenings,
Neil Young,
Kayak,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yazoo,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Music Machine,
Simply Red,
Davy DMX,
Skriet,
The Residents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
Franke,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stetsasonic,
the Germs,
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
Vainqueur,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
Sparks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sugar Minott,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lee Hazlewood,
New York Dolls,
Bronski Beat,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.