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 Australia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
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 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
T. Rex,
Pere Ubu,
Khruangbin,
Joe Finger,
Warsaw,
The Remains,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
The Fire Engines,
cv313,
The Misunderstood,
Unrelated Segments,
Quando Quango,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins,
Zero Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Rod Modell,
Lucky Dragons,
Scan 7,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
Spoonie Gee,
Main Source,
U.S. Maple,
Mars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quantec,
The Index,
Fluxion,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronan,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Red Krayola,
Y Pants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Music Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Grey Daturas,
The Selecter,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Moebius,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Connie Case,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Accadde A,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.