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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rekid to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
DJ Style,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Q65,
Jawbox,
Rekid,
The Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers,
Technova,
Vainqueur,
Wings,
Brick,
Andrew Hill,
KRS-One,
Minutemen,
The Barracudas,
Soulsonic Force,
Schoolly D,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Organ,
Gang Green,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
Icehouse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Animal Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Lakeside,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Vogues,
The Monks,
Ponytail,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
Roxy Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Au Pairs,
Shoche,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag,
Arcadia,
The Raincoats,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
Terry Callier,
The Grass Roots,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
the Normal,
The Toasters,
The Modern Lovers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.