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 Peru and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monolake to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Goldenarms,
Minor Threat,
F. McDonald,
Blake Baxter,
PIL,
Tom Boy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gabor Szabo,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie,
The Seeds,
China Crisis,
The Pretty Things,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
Masters at Work,
Khruangbin,
The Cowsills,
Anthony Braxton,
Chrome,
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
Lindisfarne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faraquet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
Tres Demented,
Urselle,
Jerry's Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Alice Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
The Leaves,
the Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
Connie Case,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Albert Ayler,
Prince Buster,
Jawbox,
The Invisible,
The Count Five,
The Selecter,
the Slits,
Scott Walker,
Quando Quango,
Sight & Sound,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.