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 Cuba and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Five Americans to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Angry Samoans,
The Moody Blues,
E-Dancer,
The Electric Prunes,
Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Groovy Waters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Fraelich,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
Ohio Players,
Drexciya,
The Buckinghams,
Tom Boy,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy Collins,
The Invisible,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Whodini,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harmonia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
Crime,
Slick Rick,
Nico,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boredoms,
The Star Department,
Average White Band,
Urselle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.