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 Guinea-Bissau and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Moby Grape to the grunge 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Rosa Yemen,
Average White Band,
the Association,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Order,
Eric Copeland,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon,
Joe Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joensuu 1685,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Dolphy,
Harry Pussy,
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
H. Thieme,
Amazonics,
Dark Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minutemen,
Howard Jones,
Arab on Radar,
The Fall,
The Golliwogs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
The Residents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
Lightning Bolt,
Marine Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry's Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed,
CMW,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.