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 Ecuador and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 The Standells to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Dark Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Parry Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Accadde A,
Sight & Sound,
Grauzone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gong,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Trojans,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Pulsallama,
The New Christs,
Brick,
The Stooges,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Pus,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hoover,
Lyres,
Black Moon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The American Breed,
Shuggie Otis,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Technova,
The Skatalites,
OOIOO,
Minnie Riperton,
Unrelated Segments,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harry Pussy,
Monks,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
The Names,
Matthew Halsall,
Nils Olav,
Y Pants,
the Normal,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Bar-Kays,
UT,
Surgeon,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
Al Stewart,
Qualms,
the Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Remains,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.