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 Serbia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Audionom to the rap 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players,
LL Cool J,
Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Bluetip,
The Fall,
Harmonia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sandy B,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review,
Inner City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
Siglo XX,
Pole,
Anthony Braxton,
Jandek,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
The Count Five,
a-ha,
Dark Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
One Last Wish,
Flipper,
Y Pants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Essential Logic,
Steve Hackett,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
New Age Steppers,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
Alphaville,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
Television Personalities,
Boredoms,
Eve St. Jones,
Metal Thangz,
The Misunderstood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.