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 Belize and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Delta 5 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
Agitation Free,
Lalann,
Ornette Coleman,
World's Most,
Kool Moe Dee,
Newcleus,
These Immortal Souls,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
Minny Pops,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick Morgan,
Loose Ends,
kango's stein massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Piero Umiliani,
Michelle Simonal,
Marmalade,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
John Holt,
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
Yusef Lateef,
the Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Sparks,
Outsiders,
The Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Pere Ubu,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
Essential Logic,
The Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Tom Boy,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
Banda Bassotti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.