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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 the Slits to the electroclash 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Wings,
Outsiders,
The Toasters,
World's Most,
The Alarm Clocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Silicon Teens,
Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Scientists,
Tres Demented,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Happenings,
Cal Tjader,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kaleidoscope,
The Skatalites,
Nas,
Joey Negro,
Popol Vuh,
Scrapy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
Masters at Work,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Foxx,
Cheater Slicks,
Quantec,
Tim Buckley,
Ponytail,
The Golliwogs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hasil Adkins,
Young Marble Giants,
The Associates,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Saccharine Trust,
Spoonie Gee,
The Offenders,
Jandek,
Yaz,
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.