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 Ukraine and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grauzone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yazoo,
John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Lynne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Christie,
Altered Images,
Icehouse,
Gang Green,
MC5,
The Velvet Underground,
Crime,
Mo-Dettes,
Das Ding,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moleskins,
Black Flag,
The Residents,
Radio Birdman,
Thompson Twins,
Minnie Riperton,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Gang Dance,
Royal Trux,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Names,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Terry,
Kayak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
The Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Dennis Brown,
Country Teasers,
Pantaleimon,
Marmalade,
Tres Demented,
Crash Course in Science,
The Saints,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.