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 France and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Joensuu 1685 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
Fugazi,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Godley & Creme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Can,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suicide,
The Five Americans,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Slits,
The Pretty Things,
the Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Lalo Schifrin,
R.M.O.,
Black Pus,
Marmalade,
The Motions,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q and Not U,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rekid,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
AZ,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rites of Spring,
Fat Boys,
The Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pagans,
The Walker Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.