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 Austria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
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 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 Tim Buckley to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
The Evens,
The United States of America,
Camberwell Now,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang On A Can,
Bob Dylan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
The Count Five,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacques Brel,
The Divine Comedy,
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Flag,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Interpol,
Suicide,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
Pere Ubu,
Agitation Free,
Can,
The Young Rascals,
Infiniti,
Angry Samoans,
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
Scientists,
The Fortunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
Model 500,
Camouflage,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
Surgeon,
Todd Rundgren,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
L. Decosne,
Derrick Morgan,
Charles Mingus,
T. Rex,
Tears for Fears,
Black Moon,
The Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Tim Buckley,
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.