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 Belarus and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Warsaw to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Techniques,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
The Young Rascals,
Underground Resistance,
Darondo,
Bill Near,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed,
Eric Copeland,
Rakim,
Deepchord,
Jacob Miller,
The Move,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
U.S. Maple,
The Martian,
The Fall,
Robert Görl,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Modern Lovers,
Cameo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Von Mondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harry Pussy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MC5,
Alphaville,
Connie Case,
Moss Icon,
Ludus,
Lyres,
Neu!,
Adolescents,
the Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gun Club,
Stetsasonic,
Half Japanese,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Au Pairs,
The Selecter,
Silicon Teens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Surgeon,
Lungfish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New York Dolls,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.