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 Nepal and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Wells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
Blossom Toes,
Agitation Free,
Radiohead,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques,
H. Thieme,
Vainqueur,
Neu!,
Patti Smith,
Pere Ubu,
The Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Swans,
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen,
Minny Pops,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gichy Dan,
Radio Birdman,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
The Move,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
The Index,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Five Americans,
Schoolly D,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Leaves,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
New Age Steppers,
OOIOO,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Neon Judgement,
Tubeway Army,
Yaz,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.