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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 The Vogues to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ten City,
Juan Atkins,
The Cramps,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Index,
The Moody Blues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
F. McDonald,
The Slackers,
Ice-T,
Average White Band,
Second Layer,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Outsiders,
Parry Music,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skriet,
The Busters,
Henry Cow,
Simply Red,
Shoche,
Mars,
Bobby Womack,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reuben Wilson,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Offenders,
Reagan Youth,
The Techniques,
Andrew Hill,
Deakin,
Brothers Johnson,
Fela Kuti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fall,
The American Breed,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pere Ubu,
Godley & Creme,
Inner City,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.