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 Afghanistan and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the crunk 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Mission of Burma,
Ronnie Foster,
Moebius,
John Lydon,
Thompson Twins,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sugar Minott,
Zero Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The United States of America,
Desert Stars,
David McCallum,
Neu!,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
Nico,
Procol Harum,
Vladislav Delay,
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
The Durutti Column,
The Index,
Steve Hackett,
Maurizio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
Ultravox,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smiths,
The Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lindisfarne,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
OOIOO,
X-Ray Spex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Adolescents,
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
Eurythmics,
the Normal,
Duran Duran,
Judy Mowatt,
Ossler,
Vainqueur,
Animal Collective,
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.