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 Mexico and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Nation of Ulysses,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
Basic Channel,
David McCallum,
Alphaville,
Mad Mike,
Brick,
Warren Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
D'Angelo,
Subhumans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Half Japanese,
China Crisis,
Flash Fearless,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moby Grape,
Rod Modell,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Selecter,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smoke,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Style,
Derrick May,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
Eddi Front,
Black Pus,
Marc Almond,
New York Dolls,
The Kinks,
U.S. Maple,
Bluetip,
Deakin,
F. McDonald,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MDC,
Lightning Bolt,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
New Order,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
Pharoah Sanders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boredoms,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
Ituana,
Country Teasers,
The Toasters,
Index,
Junior Murvin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.