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 Spain and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 R.M.O. to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Rosa Yemen,
Loose Ends,
The Martian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thompson Twins,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
Wolf Eyes,
Infiniti,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators,
Grauzone,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
The Mojo Men,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
DJ Style,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eve St. Jones,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Barry Ungar,
Iggy Pop,
Black Bananas,
Brick,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
Skaos,
Rekid,
Scion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scrapy,
DNA,
Monolake,
Chrome,
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
8 Eyed Spy,
Make Up,
The Blues Magoos,
Stereo Dub,
Tears for Fears,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.