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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fad Gadget to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Country Teasers,
The Gladiators,
Funkadelic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Smooth,
The United States of America,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Stetsasonic,
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Move,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry's Kids,
Technova,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Sonics,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya,
Suicide,
ABBA,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
Jimmy McGriff,
Supertramp,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
The Mummies,
Ituana,
The Smiths,
Pere Ubu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
The Fall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dark Day,
Symarip,
Accadde A,
Fluxion,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.