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 Belarus and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Man Eating Sloth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
Ossler,
Danielle Patucci,
OOIOO,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav,
Barry Ungar,
Black Moon,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
Tres Demented,
R.M.O.,
Schoolly D,
Colin Newman,
ABC,
K-Klass,
Blossom Toes,
AZ,
Infiniti,
Slick Rick,
Radiopuhelimet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Connie Case,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics,
The Techniques,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jawbox,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gap Band,
The Evens,
Arab on Radar,
Roxette,
Rod Modell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Morten Harket,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispy Ambulance,
Technova,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
Negative Approach,
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
Minutemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.