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 Benin and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Eve St. Jones,
Archie Shepp,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Jandek,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Clarke,
Fugazi,
Angry Samoans,
Joy Division,
The Victims,
The Red Krayola,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
The Star Department,
Ossler,
Skriet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Graham Central Station,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Bobby Sherman,
Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rufus Thomas,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maurizio,
The Vogues,
ABBA,
The Dead C,
Faraquet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Trumans Water,
Mission of Burma,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aural Exciters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
Derrick May,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.