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 Slovakia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
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 spring reverb 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 Roxy Music to the electroclash 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Wells,
Slave,
The Tremeloes,
Flipper,
Schoolly D,
Underground Resistance,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Normal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Wyatt,
Harry Pussy,
Faraquet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skaos,
Livin' Joy,
48th St. Collective,
The Sonics,
Aswad,
The Index,
The Trojans,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Vogues,
David Bowie,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
Whodini,
ABBA,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
E-Dancer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
Sun City Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ohio Players,
Gabor Szabo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
Infiniti,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.