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 Namibia and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kaleidoscope to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
OOIOO,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson,
Second Layer,
Anakelly,
Thee Headcoats,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
Surgeon,
Ronan,
Young Marble Giants,
Newcleus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
Skarface,
Joe Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Iggy Pop,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sällskapet,
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Adolescents,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen,
The Count Five,
H. Thieme,
The Martian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Invisible,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
Brothers Johnson,
Nils Olav,
Nick Fraelich,
Eddi Front,
James White and The Blacks,
U.S. Maple,
Magma,
Animal Collective,
Cluster,
Radio Birdman,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skriet,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-Ray Spex,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.