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 Albania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Accadde A to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Excepter,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pretty Things,
Ornette Coleman,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Red Krayola,
Black Flag,
Juan Atkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
Scion,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Banda Bassotti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
Godley & Creme,
Oblivians,
Dennis Brown,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Bourne,
Jandek,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Almond,
Barclay James Harvest,
Inner City,
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Wire,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Rundgren,
Gong,
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The New Christs,
Brick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
Jacques Brel,
The Moleskins,
Maurizio,
Hot Snakes,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.