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 Jordan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Steve Hackett to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
Magma,
Arcadia,
CMW,
kango's stein massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flipper,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cluster,
Royal Trux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warsaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visage,
Brand Nubian,
FM Einheit,
Ohio Players,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fugs,
June Days,
The Techniques,
The Skatalites,
The Alarm Clocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultravox,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anakelly,
Malaria!,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Depeche Mode,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wasted Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
D'Angelo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lyres,
Andrew Hill,
Nik Kershaw,
Rakim,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.