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 Turkey 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Grey Daturas to the punk 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
Thee Headcoats,
Suburban Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Toni Rubio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camouflage,
Television Personalities,
David Axelrod,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Almond,
Faust,
Crime,
Robert Hood,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moebius,
Neu!,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Rites of Spring,
Make Up,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson,
These Immortal Souls,
Aswad,
Cheater Slicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Easy Going,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
Wally Richardson,
The Happenings,
The Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
Shuggie Otis,
DNA,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantaleimon,
The Index,
Adolescents,
Tres Demented,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Porter Ricks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swans,
LL Cool J,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.