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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Selecter to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Fall,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun,
Surgeon,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Jandek,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood,
The Seeds,
Skaos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ten City,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MC5,
The Smoke,
Al Stewart,
Rufus Thomas,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Altered Images,
Chris Corsano,
Davy DMX,
a-ha,
X-102,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camberwell Now,
Half Japanese,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
Archie Shepp,
The Sonics,
Nas,
Little Man,
The Black Dice,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
Black Sheep,
Magma,
Donny Hathaway,
Loose Ends,
The Buckinghams,
Drexciya,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears,
Animal Collective,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat 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.