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 Argentina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Desert Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
Deakin,
Idris Muhammad,
The Music Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Lindisfarne,
EPMD,
Warsaw,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yazoo,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
cv313,
T. Rex,
Whodini,
Amon Düül,
Spoonie Gee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Susan Cadogan,
Sandy B,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang of Four,
Gang Green,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
Desert Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Organ,
New York Dolls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thompson Twins,
The Evens,
Theoretical Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suicide,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Moss Icon,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
OOIOO,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.