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 Canada and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 K-Klass to the funk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Drexciya,
Skriet,
Swell Maps,
The Techniques,
Pere Ubu,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
Shuggie Otis,
Banda Bassotti,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonic Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Walker Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Lower 48,
New Order,
AZ,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gladiators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barbara Tucker,
Guru Guru,
A Certain Ratio,
Supertramp,
Index,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Hood,
Minutemen,
Chris Corsano,
Unwound,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker,
The Remains,
Yellowson,
Hot Snakes,
The Victims,
The Barracudas,
Audionom,
The Five Americans,
Crime,
Ituana,
Derrick May,
Von Mondo,
The Trojans,
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
Cybotron,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.