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 Tuvalu and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skaos to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thompson Twins,
Tubeway Army,
The Wake,
Colin Newman,
Visage,
Neu!,
Khruangbin,
Delta 5,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantaleimon,
John Lydon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Sheep,
Byron Stingily,
Prince Buster,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
The Busters,
48th St. Collective,
Rod Modell,
Minnie Riperton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp,
Second Layer,
Brass Construction,
Jacques Brel,
Skarface,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans,
Fugazi,
The Selecter,
Stiv Bators,
The Cowsills,
Pantytec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arcadia,
Junior Murvin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Severed Heads,
One Last Wish,
Robert Hood,
Barry Ungar,
Hasil Adkins,
Scratch Acid,
the Bar-Kays,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fuzztones,
Pussy Galore,
Steve Hackett,
The Remains,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Womack,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
the Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.