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 Mauritania and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 AZ 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
Erykah Badu,
Television,
Bauhaus,
Harry Pussy,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon,
Scion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blancmange,
U.S. Maple,
The Evens,
Deadbeat,
Hot Snakes,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
Infiniti,
Underground Resistance,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
The New Christs,
Iggy Pop,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Tremeloes,
Suburban Knight,
Arcadia,
Loose Ends,
Bill Near,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines,
Brick,
Boredoms,
Marvin Gaye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jandek,
Susan Cadogan,
Sight & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Sandy B,
Don Cherry,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Cameo,
T. Rex,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.