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 Turkmenistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
MDC,
the Sonics,
Nico,
Excepter,
Mantronix,
Roxette,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Anthony Braxton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Oblivians,
Rakim,
Cluster,
Marc Almond,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
Bobby Sherman,
The Red Krayola,
The Monochrome Set,
Camberwell Now,
Radio Birdman,
Albert Ayler,
The Barracudas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry's Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Subhumans,
Marmalade,
H. Thieme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement,
Magma,
Black Sheep,
Skriet,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
Erasure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
R.M.O.,
Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Aural Exciters,
E-Dancer,
The Grass Roots,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
Make Up,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.