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 Armenia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Sarah Menescal to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Guru Guru,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
Jacob Miller,
The New Christs,
Pussy Galore,
Ossler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Khruangbin,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
the Association,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
48th St. Collective,
John Foxx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cluster,
Malaria!,
Scratch Acid,
Organ,
Bobby Byrd,
AZ,
Ice-T,
Minny Pops,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anakelly,
Erasure,
Lakeside,
The Shadows of Knight,
Procol Harum,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABC,
The Velvet Underground,
Alphaville,
Lungfish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.