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 Laos and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cecil Taylor to the rap 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Young Rascals,
Arthur Verocai,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter and Kerry,
Pussy Galore,
Zapp,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill,
Radio Birdman,
Ice-T,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
The Knickerbockers,
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boredoms,
Arcadia,
Max Romeo,
The Doors,
The Sonics,
Brick,
Mark Hollis,
Goldenarms,
The Walker Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül II,
The Index,
Rapeman,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
Bill Wells,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Starr,
Main Source,
Make Up,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gong,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bush Tetras,
Smog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amazonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pagans,
Lalann,
Accadde A,
X-102,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.