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 Oman and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Davy DMX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Tremeloes,
Faraquet,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
Quando Quango,
Jandek,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Severed Heads,
These Immortal Souls,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
Mark Hollis,
Essential Logic,
Man Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
K-Klass,
E-Dancer,
The Last Poets,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Boredoms,
Scan 7,
Monolake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Technova,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T.S.O.L.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fat Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Magazine,
The Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Nirvana,
L. Decosne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
The Walker Brothers,
Scrapy,
The Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms,
Trumans Water,
Cymande,
Japan,
Sun Ra,
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Talk Talk,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.