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 Italy 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terry Callier to the dance 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Judy Mowatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Moon,
U.S. Maple,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
Sandy B,
Agitation Free,
The Flesh Eaters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
The Toasters,
The Moody Blues,
New Age Steppers,
Chrome,
The Neon Judgement,
Symarip,
Magma,
Gang of Four,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
New Order,
Dennis Brown,
Charles Mingus,
Deakin,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
Country Teasers,
Patti Smith,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxette,
Trumans Water,
Lyres,
The Remains,
Unrelated Segments,
Altered Images,
Cymande,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
Subhumans,
Television Personalities,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
The New Christs,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.