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 Israel and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Dave Clark Five to the punk 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
Eric Copeland,
Pulsallama,
The Motions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Morten Harket,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faraquet,
The Durutti Column,
Ludus,
The Velvet Underground,
The Victims,
Moss Icon,
Piero Umiliani,
Zapp,
Symarip,
Suburban Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
U.S. Maple,
Cluster,
The Zeros,
The Cramps,
Angry Samoans,
The Real Kids,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
Zero Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
Swans,
Mr. Review,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
The Cure,
The Misunderstood,
Rod Modell,
R.M.O.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Nas,
The Count Five,
The Toasters,
Maleditus Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispy Ambulance,
cv313,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Scrapy,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.