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 Zambia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Little Man to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Near record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
Derrick May,
Peter & Gordon,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon,
The Five Americans,
Hot Snakes,
Lebanon Hanover,
E-Dancer,
Alphaville,
Black Pus,
Mo-Dettes,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel,
Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Terry,
Isaac Hayes,
Leonard Cohen,
The New Christs,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
Easy Going,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
Aswad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
Marvin Gaye,
The Music Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sparks,
Rapeman,
Hoover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kayak,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Animal Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Cymande,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids,
Funky Four + One,
The Searchers,
Model 500,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.