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 Bulgaria and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Derrick May to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dead Boys,
Pulsallama,
Cheater Slicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anakelly,
The Misunderstood,
Main Source,
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams,
Funky Four + One,
Eve St. Jones,
DNA,
Rufus Thomas,
Faust,
Japan,
Harmonia,
Rosa Yemen,
The American Breed,
Mark Hollis,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grey Daturas,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
Yazoo,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
Bush Tetras,
Moebius,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blues Magoos,
Bauhaus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bob Dylan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.