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 Angola and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Terry Callier to the rap 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Iggy Pop,
Popol Vuh,
Charles Mingus,
Masters at Work,
U.S. Maple,
Wasted Youth,
Stetsasonic,
The Wake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-102,
Bronski Beat,
The Names,
Brass Construction,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cramps,
Eve St. Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
The Standells,
Infiniti,
Unwound,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
Cymande,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters,
Accadde A,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Style,
Babytalk,
Joe Finger,
Goldenarms,
Hashim,
Jeff Lynne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
cv313,
Drexciya,
UT,
Bad Manners,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Swans,
Whodini,
Technova,
Barry Ungar,
Urselle,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wolf Eyes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.