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 Guyana and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 The Doobie Brothers to the jazz 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Prince Buster,
Dark Day,
Tom Boy,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
John Foxx,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxette,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
Avey Tare,
David McCallum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anthony Braxton,
Soulsonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kaleidoscope,
The American Breed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül,
Deakin,
Camouflage,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
Drexciya,
Jandek,
Sound Behaviour,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Juan Atkins,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Swans,
Chris Corsano,
UT,
Carl Craig,
Boz Scaggs,
Pole,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Infiniti,
Lucky Dragons,
Sister Nancy,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.