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 Mexico and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Mantronix to the punk 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
a-ha,
Circle Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Joe Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rod Modell,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Duran Duran,
The Litter,
Rites of Spring,
Leonard Cohen,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
Cecil Taylor,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick Morgan,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flash Fearless,
Intrusion,
John Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
JFA,
Television Personalities,
Rhythm & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
Donald Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fuzztones,
Maurizio,
The Pretty Things,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
10cc,
Gil Scott Heron,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül,
The Mojo Men,
Graham Central Station,
Schoolly D,
Joey Negro,
Technova,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The J.B.'s,
Unwound,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.