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 Uzbekistan and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 David McCallum to the techno 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Easy Going,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
The Techniques,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pere Ubu,
Surgeon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tommy Roe,
X-101,
Suicide,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
a-ha,
Byron Stingily,
The United States of America,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Durutti Column,
The Busters,
Thee Headcoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Sarah Menescal,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rufus Thomas,
Unwound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Saccharine Trust,
Pagans,
cv313,
Cymande,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Mills,
Archie Shepp,
Eddi Front,
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can,
U.S. Maple,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
the Germs,
The Golliwogs,
ABC,
Pantaleimon,
The Standells,
The Vogues,
The Evens,
Supertramp,
Massinfluence,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.