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 Singapore and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
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 theremin 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 The Smoke 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
June Days,
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
The Leaves,
Bobby Womack,
Suicide,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quantec,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cramps,
Davy DMX,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
John Holt,
Aural Exciters,
Brass Construction,
OOIOO,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agent Orange,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
Sparks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barry Ungar,
Gichy Dan,
Juan Atkins,
Malaria!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Au Pairs,
Barbara Tucker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Green,
Lou Christie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sound,
Negative Approach,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Whodini,
Babytalk,
Main Source,
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp,
Deakin,
Scientists,
Al Stewart,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Happenings,
Quadrant,
The Toasters,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Certain Ratio,
Susan Cadogan,
Make Up,
K-Klass,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.