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 Belize 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Isaac Hayes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
Howard Jones,
10cc,
The Trojans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dave Gahan,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
FM Einheit,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction,
Newcleus,
Niagra,
The Red Krayola,
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani,
La Düsseldorf,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rod Modell,
Mission of Burma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yazoo,
Main Source,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
Scan 7,
Smog,
Second Layer,
Agent Orange,
LL Cool J,
Pylon,
Tears for Fears,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
Q65,
Tim Buckley,
Pulsallama,
Warsaw,
The Blues Magoos,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
Negative Approach,
The Buckinghams,
Boz Scaggs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.