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 Pakistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Saints to the disco 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 Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Eric Copeland,
Faust,
Icehouse,
The Grass Roots,
John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Aswad,
Harry Pussy,
Niagra,
Terry Callier,
Eli Mardock,
Ponytail,
Jerry's Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
World's Most,
Black Bananas,
Cameo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deepchord,
Audionom,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joey Negro,
The Toasters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deadbeat,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arab on Radar,
The Slits,
Mars,
Bobby Sherman,
Arthur Verocai,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Style,
The Five Americans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Outsiders,
Henry Cow,
Alice Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Colin Newman,
Sällskapet,
Minutemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
Sugar Minott,
The Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick,
The Cure,
Los Fastidios,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.