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 Zimbabwe and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry 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?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Letta Mbulu,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Angels of Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Dead Boys,
Scan 7,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
Masters at Work,
LL Cool J,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minutemen,
The Black Dice,
Sex Pistols,
Siglo XX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
Glambeats Corp.,
Duran Duran,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slackers,
Josef K,
Scientists,
Rod Modell,
Minny Pops,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fad Gadget,
The Gun Club,
Chrome,
David Bowie,
The Associates,
Archie Shepp,
Sonic Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Happenings,
Nas,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dirtbombs,
Fat Boys,
Morten Harket,
Suburban Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slave,
Pantytec,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.