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 Algeria 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Freddie Wadling to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
The Index,
Monolake,
Crooked Eye,
June of 44,
Pantytec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magazine,
Television,
Josef K,
Jawbox,
Maurizio,
Brothers Johnson,
the Germs,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
The Offenders,
Tears for Fears,
Skaos,
Lou Christie,
The Saints,
The Barracudas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brand Nubian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mad Mike,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Wake,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nirvana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eve St. Jones,
Scan 7,
Jacob Miller,
Wolf Eyes,
Scion,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fat Boys,
R.M.O.,
Procol Harum,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
Hasil Adkins,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.