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 Fiji and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Harpers Bizarre to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blancmange,
Jeff Mills,
The Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
Joyce Sims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Talk Talk,
Michelle Simonal,
Skarface,
In Retrospect,
Minor Threat,
Sparks,
Public Enemy,
The J.B.'s,
Lucky Dragons,
Swell Maps,
CMW,
The Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon,
a-ha,
Franke,
Scan 7,
The Velvet Underground,
Porter Ricks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boredoms,
ABC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Selecter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barrington Levy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gories,
the Slits,
Black Pus,
the Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Camberwell Now,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ten City,
Ultravox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Essential Logic,
Theoretical Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.