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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Litter to the dance 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
Brass Construction,
The Angels of Light,
Howard Jones,
Gong,
John Foxx,
ABBA,
Shoche,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Birthday Party,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flipper,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Isaac Hayes,
Lower 48,
Minny Pops,
The Wake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Supertramp,
CMW,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The United States of America,
X-Ray Spex,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
Monolake,
the Sonics,
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Outsiders,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Searchers,
Cymande,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
Peter & Gordon,
Skaos,
The Stooges,
Aswad,
Nas,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
The Modern Lovers,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.