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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Infiniti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Crooked Eye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Davy DMX,
EPMD,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nirvana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zero Boys,
The Gories,
Suburban Knight,
The Vogues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Terry,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Durutti Column,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
The Velvet Underground,
Index,
Brand Nubian,
Unwound,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
MC5,
Jandek,
Cymande,
Basic Channel,
PIL,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Outsiders,
Howard Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ohio Players,
Maurizio,
Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
New York Dolls,
Steve Hackett,
The Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Black Pus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
The Associates,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.