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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Man Eating Sloth to the electroclash 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Fuzztones,
Junior Murvin,
Ludus,
Lindisfarne,
Maurizio,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
The Red Krayola,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
Clear Light,
Glenn Branca,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Mandrill,
Ten City,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crooked Eye,
Zapp,
Oneida,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aural Exciters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brick,
Quantec,
Kevin Saunderson,
AZ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Depeche Mode,
John Lydon,
Quando Quango,
The Kinks,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Green,
Smog,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.