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 Philippines and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Mexico City and London.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the electroclash 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kenny Larkin,
Duran Duran,
Barrington Levy,
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Massinfluence,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Hill,
Jawbox,
Johnny Clarke,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
Black Sheep,
Liliput,
The Stooges,
Gang Gang Dance,
Surgeon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Royal Trux,
Ronan,
Inner City,
These Immortal Souls,
Dennis Brown,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Porter Ricks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dual Sessions,
L. Decosne,
Ultravox,
New Order,
Kaleidoscope,
Mandrill,
Funky Four + One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Au Pairs,
Easy Going,
Public Image Ltd.,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heaven 17,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
Circle Jerks,
Shoche,
The Birthday Party,
Slave,
Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.