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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 The Young Rascals to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker,
Deadbeat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
New Order,
Unwound,
Qualms,
the Human League,
Faust,
Pagans,
Matthew Bourne,
Fatback Band,
the Association,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
Oneida,
Television Personalities,
The Stooges,
Rod Modell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Evens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Banda Bassotti,
Talk Talk,
The Tremeloes,
Brick,
Can,
Circle Jerks,
Black Pus,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
Idris Muhammad,
Lower 48,
Make Up,
Dead Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
Absolute Body Control,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Heaven 17,
The Alarm Clocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.