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 Malawi and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 The Offenders to the dance 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
One Last Wish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jandek,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gichy Dan,
Tom Boy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Hill,
Connie Case,
Faraquet,
The Residents,
Radiopuhelimet,
World's Most,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mantronix,
Bootsy Collins,
Tim Buckley,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pussy Galore,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
the Germs,
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Agitation Free,
Kerri Chandler,
Thompson Twins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Selecter,
Magazine,
Morten Harket,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
Amazonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Newcleus,
The Fuzztones,
Suburban Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Kas Product,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.