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 Grenada and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Real Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Y Pants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Neon Judgement,
The Skatalites,
Hot Snakes,
Rosa Yemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Newcleus,
Symarip,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
Amazonics,
Fluxion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cymande,
The Five Americans,
June of 44,
Gang Starr,
Scion,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
Swell Maps,
Arab on Radar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Vogues,
New York Dolls,
Barrington Levy,
The Real Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Motorama,
Janne Schatter,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul II Soul,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Terry,
Grauzone,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
In Retrospect,
DNA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Toni Rubio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
The Techniques,
Robert Görl,
Wally Richardson,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.