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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the techno 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blancmange,
E-Dancer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yaz,
The Doors,
Pulsallama,
Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terry Callier,
Goldenarms,
The Birthday Party,
Alison Limerick,
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
The American Breed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Toni Rubio,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
The Zeros,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
Quadrant,
Mary Jane Girls,
Interpol,
Altered Images,
Lakeside,
the Association,
Moebius,
Flipper,
Niagra,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.