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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fat Boys to the disco 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Interpol,
Fear,
Erasure,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Hill,
Kas Product,
Kerri Chandler,
Bob Dylan,
Con Funk Shun,
Mantronix,
Colin Newman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Accadde A,
Skriet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
Qualms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Scrapy,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
Blancmange,
Danielle Patucci,
The Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Donald Byrd,
10cc,
The Smiths,
Swans,
Television Personalities,
The Golliwogs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Easy Going,
The Wake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Grauzone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scratch Acid,
The Fuzztones,
Arthur Verocai,
The Vogues,
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
Saccharine Trust,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.