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 Haiti and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DNA,
Moby Grape,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
Scientists,
The Smiths,
Tres Demented,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swans,
Visage,
Roxette,
Au Pairs,
Arab on Radar,
Pantytec,
Sällskapet,
The Trojans,
H. Thieme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deepchord,
Minny Pops,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Techniques,
The Dead C,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra,
The Residents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The American Breed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sugar Minott,
Pere Ubu,
The Pretty Things,
Ralphi Rosario,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stetsasonic,
Flash Fearless,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
EPMD,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
Rakim,
Von Mondo,
The Tremeloes,
John Holt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Groovy Waters,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.