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 Saudi Arabia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
Ronnie Foster,
U.S. Maple,
John Lydon,
Dave Gahan,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry's Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Maurizio,
The Slackers,
Little Man,
Lou Reed,
John Holt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker,
Al Stewart,
The Slits,
H. Thieme,
Gang Gang Dance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
Moebius,
Peter and Kerry,
Carl Craig,
Swell Maps,
Rekid,
Icehouse,
Scan 7,
Reagan Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Sparks,
Supertramp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Mills,
Q65,
Faust,
Sixth Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Smooth,
Black Bananas,
The American Breed,
Rod Modell,
Wolf Eyes,
Zapp,
The Birthday Party,
Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.