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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Vainqueur to the grunge 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Music Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
The Human League,
Jawbox,
The Residents,
The Young Rascals,
Albert Ayler,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Scratch Acid,
Funky Four + One,
ABC,
Deepchord,
Swans,
Terry Callier,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Janne Schatter,
The Trojans,
The Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
Rod Modell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stiv Bators,
The Leaves,
World's Most,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
kango's stein massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare,
Anakelly,
Joe Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Adolescents,
Model 500,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blake Baxter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roger Hodgson,
Grauzone,
The Raincoats,
Scrapy,
The Blues Magoos,
Sight & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sonics,
JFA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
Lyres,
Harpers Bizarre,
Intrusion,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.