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 India 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Donald Fagen 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 Shadows of Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Silicon Teens,
Dennis Brown,
John Lydon,
MDC,
Nik Kershaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fortunes,
Amazonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lower 48,
The Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
The Sonics,
The Slits,
Animal Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
Reagan Youth,
The Techniques,
Thompson Twins,
The Pop Group,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Little Man,
The Human League,
June Days,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vladislav Delay,
The Tremeloes,
John Foxx,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monks,
Trumans Water,
Interpol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Slick Rick,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
Wings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.