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 Iran and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Groovy Waters to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
Ultra Naté,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
Joe Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Residents,
Franke,
Kayak,
Alton Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Surgeon,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
Ultravox,
Ice-T,
Ponytail,
Henry Cow,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moby Grape,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sparks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scan 7,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
the Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Icehouse,
Ten City,
Blancmange,
Carl Craig,
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
Country Teasers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joyce Sims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boredoms,
Colin Newman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
Harmonia,
Monks,
Pylon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiohead,
The Golliwogs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.