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 Macedonia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Altered Images,
Bluetip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Pere Ubu,
Surgeon,
Hasil Adkins,
Aural Exciters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rotary Connection,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantaleimon,
Maurizio,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Mandrill,
the Swans,
Davy DMX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ten City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The American Breed,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Womack,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scion,
Supertramp,
The Martian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Niagra,
The Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Symarip,
Joey Negro,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hoover,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
Agitation Free,
Infiniti,
Sonny Sharrock,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Swell Maps,
Guru Guru,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Certain Ratio,
T.S.O.L.,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.