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 Niger and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boredoms to the rap 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
Al Stewart,
X-101,
Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonic Youth,
Ronan,
The Offenders,
Roxette,
Technova,
Country Teasers,
Heaven 17,
Faust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Althea and Donna,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yellowson,
Jandek,
Dawn Penn,
Warren Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
The Zeros,
The Litter,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cheater Slicks,
Pagans,
Nirvana,
Robert Wyatt,
Supertramp,
Bootsy Collins,
Crooked Eye,
Accadde A,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Hill,
The Doors,
Mr. Review,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New York Dolls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
Todd Rundgren,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
K-Klass,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronnie Foster,
David McCallum,
Hasil Adkins,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.