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 Lithuania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Dave Clark Five to the jazz 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Porter Ricks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
The Human League,
Khruangbin,
H. Thieme,
Josef K,
Cecil Taylor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Loose Ends,
The Zeros,
The Victims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lower 48,
Blake Baxter,
The Leaves,
June of 44,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
Thee Headcoats,
Minutemen,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
Sam Rivers,
Sex Pistols,
Joey Negro,
Outsiders,
Wire,
Todd Terry,
Agent Orange,
Freddie Wadling,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
CMW,
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Offenders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Christie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Graham Central Station,
Kenny Larkin,
Ken Boothe,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.