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 Croatia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Normal to the jazz 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
JFA,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang of Four,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eden Ahbez,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faraquet,
Blossom Toes,
Barbara Tucker,
Lindisfarne,
The Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lightning Bolt,
Stetsasonic,
Pagans,
The Dirtbombs,
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Niagra,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Near,
Nick Fraelich,
Anthony Braxton,
Wings,
Eddi Front,
Yaz,
Smog,
Visage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Circle Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aswad,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dave Gahan,
Amazonics,
The Star Department,
Excepter,
Amon Düül,
Byron Stingily,
The Velvet Underground,
Henry Cow,
Josef K,
June Days,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
Little Man,
Sarah Menescal,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.