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 Nauru and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Motorama to the punk 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Ponytail,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bronski Beat,
Scan 7,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pagans,
Q and Not U,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler,
Warren Ellis,
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gories,
a-ha,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
Slick Rick,
Sugar Minott,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James White and The Blacks,
Franke,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
Whodini,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
Khruangbin,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
Chris & Cosey,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp,
John Holt,
Bluetip,
UT,
Arthur Verocai,
Mad Mike,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.