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 Solomon Islands and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
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 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 Thee Headcoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Niagra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Flesh Eaters,
Metal Thangz,
Magma,
Arcadia,
The Smiths,
Theoretical Girls,
ABC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cowsills,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Eli Mardock,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Trumans Water,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
Anthony Braxton,
Simply Red,
Janne Schatter,
Los Fastidios,
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy,
Rakim,
Organ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dave Gahan,
Groovy Waters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bluetip,
Aural Exciters,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Parry Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
Sly & The Family Stone,
K-Klass,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.