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 Spain and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rock 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Bananas,
The Remains,
Stiv Bators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Parry Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Metal Thangz,
Stetsasonic,
Oneida,
Rod Modell,
48th St. Collective,
Amazonics,
June of 44,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
Camouflage,
Fatback Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller,
Kerri Chandler,
Eddi Front,
Deepchord,
The Smiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Erykah Badu,
Marvin Gaye,
cv313,
X-Ray Spex,
R.M.O.,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dead C,
Alton Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick May,
Yaz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The American Breed,
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
The Neon Judgement,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.