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 Kenya and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Pagans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Technova,
Grauzone,
China Crisis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Au Pairs,
Eli Mardock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Niagra,
Flipper,
Pagans,
Young Marble Giants,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Rakim,
Urselle,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bronski Beat,
Gabor Szabo,
Negative Approach,
Gong,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fat Boys,
The Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Blossom Toes,
Althea and Donna,
Malaria!,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Sheep,
Donny Hathaway,
The Selecter,
Quantec,
Lyres,
Lalann,
The Doors,
New Age Steppers,
K-Klass,
The American Breed,
Alison Limerick,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
Supertramp,
Essential Logic,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Quando Quango,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.