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 Samoa and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell,
EPMD,
Excepter,
Bobby Womack,
Aural Exciters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agent Orange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magma,
Iggy Pop,
Bad Manners,
Dennis Brown,
Scientists,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Pussy Galore,
Section 25,
Mad Mike,
Skarface,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
The Cowsills,
The Evens,
the Normal,
David Bowie,
Colin Newman,
Television Personalities,
The Standells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
Bill Wells,
Can,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Pulsallama,
Interpol,
Make Up,
The Birthday Party,
Godley & Creme,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wasted Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Teasers,
The Martian,
Joy Division,
Rosa Yemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hardrive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Spandau Ballet,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.