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 Mauritius and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amazonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Monks,
Tres Demented,
The New Christs,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blake Baxter,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
Hardrive,
A Certain Ratio,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantaleimon,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Terry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
Donald Byrd,
Yaz,
Nik Kershaw,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
Bill Near,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
Lucky Dragons,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
Mary Jane Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
Sight & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
Johnny Clarke,
The Associates,
Wally Richardson,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
Motorama,
Ken Boothe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cal Tjader,
Magma,
China Crisis,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unrelated Segments,
Moby Grape,
Nirvana,
The Cowsills,
Television,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.