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 Serbia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
The Grass Roots,
Visage,
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drexciya,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
John Cale,
Easy Going,
Warren Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arcadia,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lindisfarne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Underground Resistance,
Wire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scion,
The Fugs,
Urselle,
Lungfish,
a-ha,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
The Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
the Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick May,
Y Pants,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sex Pistols,
Buzzcocks,
June of 44,
Stereo Dub,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pierre Henry,
Shoche,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
Barry Ungar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.