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 Japan and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet,
Albert Ayler,
Chris Corsano,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Young Rascals,
Symarip,
June Days,
Dorothy Ashby,
The American Breed,
Make Up,
Aloha Tigers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smoke,
Desert Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tubeway Army,
Wings,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Count Five,
AZ,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
Deakin,
Toni Rubio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxy Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Crash Course in Science,
Scion,
Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Walker Brothers,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
Stiv Bators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young,
Zapp,
Flipper,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joey Negro,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flash Fearless,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
June of 44,
Hashim,
Main Source,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.