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 Syria and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Star Department to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Lynne,
Donny Hathaway,
Nas,
Erasure,
Chrome,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
the Association,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
Wings,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
Los Fastidios,
Cheater Slicks,
Warren Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Whodini,
Maleditus Sound,
Fela Kuti,
The Index,
Franke,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
Flash Fearless,
La Düsseldorf,
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
Interpol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nico,
Drexciya,
Flamin' Groovies,
Josef K,
The Stooges,
Surgeon,
The Cramps,
Zapp,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
Al Stewart,
The Black Dice,
Pantytec,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Terry,
Scientists,
Q and Not U,
New Order,
Masters at Work,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young,
Make Up,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.