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 Brunei and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Severed Heads 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
This Heat,
Von Mondo,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lucky Dragons,
F. McDonald,
Half Japanese,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
Technova,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalann,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glenn Branca,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
Byron Stingily,
The Misunderstood,
Moby Grape,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suicide,
Sam Rivers,
The Golliwogs,
Peter & Gordon,
Boogie Down Productions,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Eli Mardock,
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Red Krayola,
Marine Girls,
Masters at Work,
Zero Boys,
Oneida,
Yaz,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hashim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swell Maps,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.