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 Ukraine and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Liliput,
David McCallum,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
X-102,
Eli Mardock,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy Collins,
The Velvet Underground,
H. Thieme,
Zapp,
MDC,
Ituana,
Johnny Clarke,
Arcadia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Fraelich,
Animal Collective,
Wally Richardson,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
The Move,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Bananas,
Ludus,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
Section 25,
Warsaw,
Ossler,
Albert Ayler,
Susan Cadogan,
Nico,
Motorama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Malaria!,
The Sound,
Lower 48,
Lyres,
Colin Newman,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.