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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rap 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu,
The Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cybotron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James White and The Blacks,
CMW,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Toni Rubio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Germs,
Lucky Dragons,
Parry Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Flag,
Trumans Water,
Mandrill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Malaria!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Erasure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hashim,
The Happenings,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Golliwogs,
The Martian,
The Sonics,
World's Most,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Interpol,
The Grass Roots,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bob Dylan,
These Immortal Souls,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxy Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
E-Dancer,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
Ultra Naté,
Liliput,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Archie Shepp,
Alice Coltrane,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.