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 Venezuela and from Halifax.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Alison Limerick to the electroclash 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Faraquet,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kas Product,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Womack,
Bang On A Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Franke,
New York Dolls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Pantaleimon,
Roxette,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
Motorama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
Minny Pops,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
Easy Going,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Procol Harum,
Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
Moebius,
Marc Almond,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jandek,
Kurtis Blow,
Laurel Aitken,
Dead Boys,
Harmonia,
Q65,
The Neon Judgement,
Parry Music,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
Talk Talk,
The Names,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Albert Ayler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mary Jane Girls,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.