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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 The Durutti Column to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Outsiders,
The Stooges,
Section 25,
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men,
John Cale,
Jandek,
Suburban Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pulsallama,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Holt,
U.S. Maple,
Joy Division,
the Germs,
The Vogues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Motions,
Gabor Szabo,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Near,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moody Blues,
MDC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
Sex Pistols,
Magazine,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Y Pants,
Gong,
Urselle,
The Saints,
the Sonics,
Simply Red,
Talk Talk,
Albert Ayler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vainqueur,
The Cowsills,
Country Teasers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Tremeloes,
Hoover,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.