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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mad Mike to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Star Department,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monolake,
The New Christs,
The Motions,
Wally Richardson,
Pussy Galore,
Letta Mbulu,
Icehouse,
Intrusion,
Sister Nancy,
Nico,
Sugar Minott,
China Crisis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jawbox,
Second Layer,
David McCallum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
Theoretical Girls,
Vainqueur,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Circle Jerks,
Mandrill,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
Patti Smith,
Whodini,
Amon Düül,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Subhumans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Byrd,
Scan 7,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faraquet,
D'Angelo,
Alphaville,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bob Dylan,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.