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 Turkey and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Anthony Braxton to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Gichy Dan,
Alton Ellis,
Pylon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Clarke,
The Zeros,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
Grauzone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scientists,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kurtis Blow,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lower 48,
Al Stewart,
June Days,
Magma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Make Up,
The Stooges,
Second Layer,
AZ,
Graham Central Station,
Technova,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
MDC,
The Neon Judgement,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultravox,
Public Enemy,
The Gladiators,
Sällskapet,
Bluetip,
Black Sheep,
John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Remains,
MC5,
Motorama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visage,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Idris Muhammad,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
DNA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.