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 Jordan and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Throbbing Gristle to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
B.T. Express,
Eve St. Jones,
Patti Smith,
Unwound,
Bobby Byrd,
Monolake,
Television,
Ornette Coleman,
Wolf Eyes,
June of 44,
Bill Near,
Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
T.S.O.L.,
Unrelated Segments,
Suburban Knight,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Toasters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Axelrod,
Archie Shepp,
Q and Not U,
Junior Murvin,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David McCallum,
Delta 5,
Urselle,
Siglo XX,
Guru Guru,
Country Teasers,
Fluxion,
Magazine,
Sparks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shoche,
Slave,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers,
The Angels of Light,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minutemen,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.