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 Namibia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Black Bananas to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
Trumans Water,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
Monolake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arcadia,
Silicon Teens,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Eden Ahbez,
June Days,
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive,
Porter Ricks,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
F. McDonald,
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Wells,
Deepchord,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heaven 17,
The Star Department,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Bronski Beat,
The Smiths,
The Moody Blues,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Remains,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Blake Baxter,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scrapy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Residents,
Basic Channel,
Davy DMX,
John Holt,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.