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 United States and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Cameo to the rap 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
Delta 5,
the Bar-Kays,
Charles Mingus,
Mo-Dettes,
E-Dancer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun City Girls,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra,
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders,
the Human League,
Tubeway Army,
the Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ossler,
Alphaville,
Theoretical Girls,
World's Most,
Visage,
The Litter,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funky Four + One,
Chrome,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
Brick,
cv313,
Bronski Beat,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harmonia,
Easy Going,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minutemen,
Trumans Water,
Magazine,
Barry Ungar,
Davy DMX,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gong,
Nico,
The Knickerbockers,
Tres Demented,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.