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 Tuvalu and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pagans to the grunge 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Young Marble Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yusef Lateef,
Camouflage,
Average White Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Agitation Free,
Mad Mike,
Bauhaus,
Oblivians,
David Bowie,
Thompson Twins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
Agent Orange,
Eve St. Jones,
Minutemen,
David Axelrod,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Make Up,
Kerri Chandler,
Negative Approach,
Eurythmics,
Popol Vuh,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
Mr. Review,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
the Germs,
The Red Krayola,
Nico,
Roy Ayers,
Black Flag,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Gong,
Urselle,
Howard Jones,
Ludus,
The Cowsills,
Supertramp,
The Searchers,
X-101,
KRS-One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Delta 5,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
UT,
Ossler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.