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 Colombia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Glenn Branca to the jazz 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Five Americans,
The Angels of Light,
Supertramp,
Quadrant,
Alton Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donald Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus,
Tim Buckley,
the Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Das Ding,
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick May,
Mandrill,
The Index,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul,
Reuben Wilson,
Amazonics,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
Guru Guru,
Iggy Pop,
CMW,
Pantaleimon,
Youth Brigade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brick,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Negative Approach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
Tears for Fears,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warsaw,
The Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Infiniti,
Arthur Verocai,
MDC,
Soulsonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.