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 Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Yazoo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Deepchord,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
Monks,
Glenn Branca,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Easy Going,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Remains,
The Moleskins,
Ken Boothe,
Audionom,
Aural Exciters,
the Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Thompson Twins,
Yusef Lateef,
Flipper,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Sneak,
Angry Samoans,
Deadbeat,
Lungfish,
Deakin,
The Offenders,
Tubeway Army,
Silicon Teens,
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rapeman,
Goldenarms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
The Fugs,
OOIOO,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
Derrick May,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Massinfluence,
Arthur Verocai,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.