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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 The Mojo Men to the punk 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
the Germs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Machine,
F. McDonald,
Erasure,
Subhumans,
The United States of America,
Brick,
MDC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Offenders,
Isaac Hayes,
The Walker Brothers,
Surgeon,
The Remains,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Hardrive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
T.S.O.L.,
Saccharine Trust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-101,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
Alison Limerick,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Halsall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vladislav Delay,
the Bar-Kays,
June of 44,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
Pole,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
L. Decosne,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
Ice-T,
Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.