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 Nauru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
D'Angelo,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
Agitation Free,
the Swans,
Smog,
Oblivians,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minor Threat,
David Bowie,
Quando Quango,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mars,
Simply Red,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
Urselle,
Intrusion,
CMW,
Todd Rundgren,
Porter Ricks,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
Juan Atkins,
U.S. Maple,
The Divine Comedy,
LL Cool J,
Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Michelle Simonal,
Max Romeo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy Collins,
Hot Snakes,
Deadbeat,
Marine Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mantronix,
Maurizio,
Pylon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pagans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Flag,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radio Birdman,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.