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 Belgium and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Deadbeat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
Q and Not U,
The New Christs,
Bill Wells,
Scrapy,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
Trumans Water,
The Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
Minor Threat,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magma,
The Motions,
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
The Grass Roots,
Hashim,
X-Ray Spex,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
Livin' Joy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Zeros,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
Rekid,
Quando Quango,
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Terry,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Ultravox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shoche,
World's Most,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yaz,
The Skatalites,
Rakim,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
Theoretical Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Pus,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.