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 Burkina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Radiohead to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Faust,
The Beau Brummels,
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood,
Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
The Toasters,
Laurel Aitken,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Move,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Groovy Waters,
Pylon,
The Victims,
Pierre Henry,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
H. Thieme,
Cybotron,
The Residents,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Busters,
The Litter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet,
Maleditus Sound,
Shoche,
The Doors,
Piero Umiliani,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Japan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
The Barracudas,
The Music Machine,
Q and Not U,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
Fugazi,
Sarah Menescal,
the Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Intrusion,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Byrd,
Kas Product,
Qualms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Urselle,
The Dirtbombs,
Pagans,
Moss Icon,
The Searchers,
Zero Boys,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.