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 Slovenia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Glenn Branca to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Mandrill,
John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suburban Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Inner City,
Slick Rick,
Nas,
Aloha Tigers,
Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Cal Tjader,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Lydon,
Dawn Penn,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun City Girls,
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
Ronan,
Eric Dolphy,
Flash Fearless,
Y Pants,
Radiohead,
Graham Central Station,
Deakin,
The Slits,
Joe Finger,
The Motions,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Pus,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
Basic Channel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
Angry Samoans,
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Los Fastidios,
Youth Brigade,
Gichy Dan,
The Modern Lovers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.