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 Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Agitation Free to the grunge 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Sandy B,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skarface,
Wire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cramps,
The Offenders,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
Surgeon,
Thee Headcoats,
The Skatalites,
Wolf Eyes,
Hasil Adkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Lucky Dragons,
Popol Vuh,
U.S. Maple,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crime,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantaleimon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Duran Duran,
A Certain Ratio,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
The Neon Judgement,
Alphaville,
Stiv Bators,
H. Thieme,
Cluster,
Brick,
Delta 5,
The Techniques,
The Evens,
Soulsonic Force,
Rekid,
The Moody Blues,
Au Pairs,
Rod Modell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
Von Mondo,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masters at Work,
Ludus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Pantytec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.