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 Sri Lanka 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Parry Music to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Jimmy McGriff,
Massinfluence,
Symarip,
Crash Course in Science,
the Normal,
Barrington Levy,
Ohio Players,
Parry Music,
The Raincoats,
The Durutti Column,
The Zeros,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moss Icon,
Hardrive,
the Germs,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Von Mondo,
Gang of Four,
Saccharine Trust,
K-Klass,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Deadbeat,
Arab on Radar,
Siglo XX,
The Velvet Underground,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
Lalann,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers,
Lightning Bolt,
In Retrospect,
Brick,
The Pop Group,
Yazoo,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
The Standells,
Roxy Music,
Moebius,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Skatalites,
Talk Talk,
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
R.M.O.,
Heaven 17,
The Names,
Television,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.