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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Jacob Miller to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moody Blues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gladiators,
The Gories,
Massinfluence,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective,
Liliput,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
Shoche,
X-102,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maurizio,
H. Thieme,
Radiohead,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
Negative Approach,
Kurtis Blow,
Von Mondo,
Wings,
Derrick Morgan,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
Mantronix,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Motions,
Skaos,
One Last Wish,
Sarah Menescal,
Nico,
Ice-T,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Peter and Kerry,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
Absolute Body Control,
Model 500,
Outsiders,
Vladislav Delay,
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
Smog,
The Residents,
Graham Central Station,
Babytalk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pere Ubu,
Camberwell Now,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
Excepter,
The Birthday Party,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.