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 Honduras and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 The Names to the rap 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 Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kas Product,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Susan Cadogan,
Alphaville,
Funkadelic,
Subhumans,
Monks,
The Happenings,
Underground Resistance,
The Walker Brothers,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Laurel Aitken,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxette,
Reuben Wilson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fluxion,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
Yellowson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Livin' Joy,
Bush Tetras,
The Blackbyrds,
Jawbox,
Von Mondo,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Black Dice,
Prince Buster,
The Cowsills,
FM Einheit,
Sixth Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
Minutemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dawn Penn,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Germs,
Echospace,
Section 25,
Zero Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
Mandrill,
EPMD,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.