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 Egypt and from London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Monolake,
Sparks,
Swell Maps,
Kas Product,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
Liliput,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minny Pops,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Girls At Our Best!,
World's Most,
Nico,
a-ha,
Cheater Slicks,
Tim Buckley,
The Saints,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grauzone,
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter,
the Bar-Kays,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit,
The Residents,
Parry Music,
Pylon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Rundgren,
Simply Red,
CMW,
Nils Olav,
cv313,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scratch Acid,
The Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
Silicon Teens,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
Quadrant,
Arthur Verocai,
the Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultravox,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.