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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Ronan to the dance 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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Pagans,
Radiohead,
Anakelly,
Sällskapet,
Steve Hackett,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Kaleidoscope,
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Visage,
Leonard Cohen,
Intrusion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
Oneida,
Stiv Bators,
Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Accadde A,
Suburban Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slick Rick,
Crime,
The Music Machine,
OOIOO,
Swell Maps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sparks,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
the Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Kurtis Blow,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Bourne,
Radio Birdman,
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kayak,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
ABC,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Arcadia,
Underground Resistance,
Nas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
CMW,
The Dead C,
Carl Craig,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.