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 Philippines and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magma,
Eve St. Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Barclay James Harvest,
Darondo,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Yazoo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sarah Menescal,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
Todd Rundgren,
Mo-Dettes,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints,
Schoolly D,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Smooth,
Drexciya,
La Düsseldorf,
Fad Gadget,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fortunes,
Skarface,
Amazonics,
The Gun Club,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
New York Dolls,
Al Stewart,
Wolf Eyes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
H. Thieme,
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronan,
Maurizio,
Main Source,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monolake,
Joey Negro,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.