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 Kosovo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grime 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Cure,
Marmalade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hoover,
Country Teasers,
Rosa Yemen,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
The Toasters,
cv313,
Sex Pistols,
the Association,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
Barrington Levy,
Kaleidoscope,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Mad Mike,
Warren Ellis,
The Busters,
Stereo Dub,
Outsiders,
K-Klass,
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy,
10cc,
Rhythm & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
The Angels of Light,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rites of Spring,
Kayak,
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
The Gories,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soulsonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Janne Schatter,
Infiniti,
Sam Rivers,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.