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 Uruguay and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Associates to the punk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül II,
T.S.O.L.,
Scion,
Outsiders,
Ituana,
The Slits,
Tubeway Army,
The Pretty Things,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacob Miller,
Depeche Mode,
Morten Harket,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Motorama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Near,
The Motions,
F. McDonald,
The Saints,
The Last Poets,
Graham Central Station,
Ronnie Foster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sonics,
The Techniques,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispy Ambulance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Prince Buster,
the Slits,
Archie Shepp,
The Move,
Thompson Twins,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pussy Galore,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deepchord,
The Stooges,
Howard Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fall,
Ten City,
Faust,
June of 44,
Gerry Rafferty,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glenn Branca,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.