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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doors,
Freddie Wadling,
Byron Stingily,
Organ,
Eddi Front,
Joey Negro,
The Raincoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Halsall,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
New York Dolls,
Chris Corsano,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
Quadrant,
Judy Mowatt,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ponytail,
Gabor Szabo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lower 48,
Joy Division,
The Names,
Tom Boy,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
Silicon Teens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mandrill,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
Suicide,
Brass Construction,
Nick Fraelich,
Parry Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cramps,
Faraquet,
Jandek,
F. McDonald,
Ituana,
the Germs,
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
Scratch Acid,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.