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 Beijing.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hasil Adkins to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Mars,
The Fortunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skriet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
PIL,
Pantaleimon,
Unrelated Segments,
Byron Stingily,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
Easy Going,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Near,
Carl Craig,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
The Count Five,
Barry Ungar,
Jacques Brel,
Fat Boys,
the Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television Personalities,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Suicide,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
The Last Poets,
Index,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.