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 Georgia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grime 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
DNA,
The Residents,
Josef K,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day,
New York Dolls,
Q and Not U,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
Supertramp,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül II,
Reuben Wilson,
The Victims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Last Poets,
Whodini,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Finger,
Underground Resistance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hasil Adkins,
OOIOO,
Unrelated Segments,
The Skatalites,
Chris Corsano,
Yellowson,
Make Up,
Althea and Donna,
Altered Images,
The Slackers,
Derrick May,
The Stooges,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slick Rick,
This Heat,
Excepter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sam Rivers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Fania All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
Max Romeo,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Certain Ratio,
Susan Cadogan,
Deadbeat,
Pole,
Severed Heads,
Ponytail,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.