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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 Cramps to the dance 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The J.B.'s,
Fugazi,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eurythmics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
H. Thieme,
The Real Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oneida,
Derrick May,
Cameo,
Magazine,
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Magma,
Surgeon,
Jawbox,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
Make Up,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Roger Hodgson,
The Residents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Banda Bassotti,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Vogues,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Copeland,
Loose Ends,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glenn Branca,
Television,
the Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joyce Sims,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.