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 Yemen and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Rosa Yemen to the grunge 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana,
The Sound,
T. Rex,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Zapp,
John Cale,
Clear Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agent Orange,
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minutemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Mills,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Gang Dance,
David McCallum,
Nas,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Knickerbockers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harry Pussy,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed,
DNA,
Sun Ra,
Joensuu 1685,
Au Pairs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Make Up,
Pagans,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Simply Red,
Gang Starr,
Tom Boy,
UT,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
The J.B.'s,
Magma,
The Searchers,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
The Dirtbombs,
the Sonics,
Parry Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.