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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 The Real Kids to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Eddi Front,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
The Young Rascals,
Rufus Thomas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source,
Ultravox,
Rapeman,
Albert Ayler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Althea and Donna,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ossler,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nils Olav,
Minutemen,
the Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Ten City,
Babytalk,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Starr,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
Jandek,
X-102,
Ornette Coleman,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy,
The Gun Club,
Metal Thangz,
The Monks,
Cymande,
Rotary Connection,
Second Layer,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.