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 Azerbaijan and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Grauzone to the crunk 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Thompson Twins,
One Last Wish,
Fatback Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
Ultravox,
Hardrive,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets,
The Index,
Moss Icon,
Pylon,
kango's stein massive,
John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Joyce Sims,
Cybotron,
Urselle,
Joensuu 1685,
The Vogues,
Barrington Levy,
Mantronix,
Shuggie Otis,
Freddie Wadling,
the Normal,
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams,
Rod Modell,
the Germs,
Slick Rick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Style,
the Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Ohio Players,
Connie Case,
Parry Music,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
Eddi Front,
Public Enemy,
Tim Buckley,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
Graham Central Station,
Quantec,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Byrd,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.