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 Mali and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 X-101 to the disco 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Knickerbockers,
Quadrant,
Accadde A,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy Collins,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cymande,
Moby Grape,
Parry Music,
Al Stewart,
Bill Wells,
Clear Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Severed Heads,
Althea and Donna,
Howard Jones,
The Doors,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June Days,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
David Bowie,
Supertramp,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
Icehouse,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Halsall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan,
Wire,
The Busters,
Intrusion,
Brothers Johnson,
The J.B.'s,
The Toasters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ponytail,
Dawn Penn,
ABC,
Jacob Miller,
The Leaves,
Todd Terry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boz Scaggs,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.