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 Bulgaria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Buckinghams to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
Underground Resistance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hardrive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Rufus Thomas,
Idris Muhammad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minutemen,
The Black Dice,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Intrusion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick Morgan,
John Cale,
The Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
L. Decosne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Connie Case,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lakeside,
Pagans,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
Basic Channel,
Motorama,
Pere Ubu,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mojo Men,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
The Birthday Party,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi,
Moby Grape,
Newcleus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
48th St. Collective,
Duran Duran,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.