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 Haiti and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Au Pairs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agent Orange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
H. Thieme,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
Pantytec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unrelated Segments,
Tim Buckley,
AZ,
Charles Mingus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alison Limerick,
Little Man,
The Cowsills,
The Busters,
Andrew Hill,
The Monochrome Set,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
X-102,
Moebius,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
the Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Black Dice,
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s,
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
The Skatalites,
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Whodini,
La Düsseldorf,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rod Modell,
Magma,
Idris Muhammad,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.