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 Luxembourg and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Tommy Roe to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Zero Boys,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Rekid,
John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crooked Eye,
Radio Birdman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
Alison Limerick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yazoo,
Lightning Bolt,
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
Roxy Music,
The J.B.'s,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Saints,
8 Eyed Spy,
Infiniti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harmonia,
Sugar Minott,
Khruangbin,
Silicon Teens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Teasers,
Young Marble Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ken Boothe,
Cybotron,
Yusef Lateef,
Donny Hathaway,
Quando Quango,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skriet,
The Grass Roots,
X-101,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
Harry Pussy,
R.M.O.,
Deepchord,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.