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 Ukraine and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Larry & the Blue Notes 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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Victims,
Nas,
Ken Boothe,
Tres Demented,
Cymande,
X-101,
The Mummies,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
Carl Craig,
Sex Pistols,
Slave,
Ronnie Foster,
Camberwell Now,
The Dead C,
CMW,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Happenings,
Guru Guru,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hardrive,
The Searchers,
K-Klass,
Trumans Water,
Suicide,
June Days,
Fugazi,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Tom Boy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blackbyrds,
Quantec,
the Slits,
Dark Day,
10cc,
The Fortunes,
The Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brass Construction,
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stiv Bators,
Half Japanese,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.