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 Samoa and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
Magazine,
Erykah Badu,
Bauhaus,
The Cure,
Anakelly,
The Velvet Underground,
Pylon,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DNA,
Minor Threat,
Funkadelic,
Deakin,
Sister Nancy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deadbeat,
Faraquet,
The United States of America,
The Five Americans,
China Crisis,
The Gun Club,
Q65,
Reuben Wilson,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
The Misunderstood,
Chrome,
AZ,
Intrusion,
The Modern Lovers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Age Steppers,
Brick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scrapy,
Half Japanese,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül II,
Aswad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Organ,
Monolake,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.