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 Lesotho and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Delon & Dalcan 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Vainqueur,
The Remains,
Deepchord,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ten City,
the Normal,
OOIOO,
Bluetip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Bill Wells,
UT,
JFA,
Juan Atkins,
Crooked Eye,
The Gladiators,
Alison Limerick,
Pere Ubu,
Freddie Wadling,
Moby Grape,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
Guru Guru,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joy Division,
The Victims,
FM Einheit,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barrington Levy,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
Jacques Brel,
the Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
EPMD,
Essential Logic,
The Moleskins,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
Robert Hood,
The Techniques,
Scan 7,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Fad Gadget,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.