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 Paraguay and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Wire to the punk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Japan,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barbara Tucker,
Scion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
Graham Central Station,
Pantytec,
Section 25,
Vainqueur,
New Age Steppers,
Minor Threat,
The Skatalites,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonic Youth,
Masters at Work,
Faraquet,
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
World's Most,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Negative Approach,
Jandek,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Christie,
Anthony Braxton,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
MC5,
Rekid,
Amon Düül II,
Average White Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Ten City,
Television,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mandrill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Essential Logic,
Ornette Coleman,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
Drexciya,
Black Bananas,
Black Flag,
The Associates,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dark Day,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Icehouse,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.