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 Ireland and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Goldenarms,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick May,
Adolescents,
Aaron Thompson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-102,
Roxy Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Infiniti,
Faraquet,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grauzone,
Wally Richardson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
Oneida,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Essential Logic,
H. Thieme,
Carl Craig,
Nas,
Mission of Burma,
Half Japanese,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
Metal Thangz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rites of Spring,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ossler,
La Düsseldorf,
Tim Buckley,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker,
The Vogues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Count Five,
Massinfluence,
The Modern Lovers,
The Toasters,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Order,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.