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 Malta and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Donald Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Al Stewart,
Fugazi,
Royal Trux,
The Monochrome Set,
Animal Collective,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
Second Layer,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
This Heat,
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
The Slackers,
Make Up,
Cymande,
OOIOO,
the Association,
Qualms,
Sound Behaviour,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jandek,
The Real Kids,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
Angry Samoans,
Pantytec,
Das Ding,
The American Breed,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Germs,
Nirvana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warren Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick May,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Style,
Bill Wells,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.