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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joensuu 1685 to the funk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
cv313,
the Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Adolescents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mandrill,
This Heat,
Scion,
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U,
The Blues Magoos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Severed Heads,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
Sister Nancy,
Shuggie Otis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
One Last Wish,
The Techniques,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Green,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
48th St. Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Camouflage,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gap Band,
Dennis Brown,
D'Angelo,
Malaria!,
John Cale,
Roxette,
The Young Rascals,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Angels of Light,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.