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 Zambia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Dual Sessions,
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
The Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Mantronix,
DNA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monolake,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Yellowson,
Black Pus,
Connie Case,
Pierre Henry,
The Stooges,
Gang Starr,
Sonic Youth,
The Gun Club,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Amazonics,
New Order,
The Star Department,
OOIOO,
Curtis Mayfield,
8 Eyed Spy,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
Hasil Adkins,
KRS-One,
The Victims,
EPMD,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delta 5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stetsasonic,
Brick,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
David Axelrod,
The Gladiators,
The Birthday Party,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cure,
Jacob Miller,
The Raincoats,
Funkadelic,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.