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 Palau and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Nick Fraelich to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Zapp,
June Days,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
Agent Orange,
Jawbox,
The Count Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Au Pairs,
Kerrie Biddell,
UT,
Sun Ra,
Davy DMX,
Alton Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Barrington Levy,
Crime,
Amon Düül,
The Last Poets,
Adolescents,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Smog,
The Mojo Men,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Khruangbin,
Warren Ellis,
Urselle,
Popol Vuh,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
Procol Harum,
Underground Resistance,
Minutemen,
Cymande,
Main Source,
Mo-Dettes,
Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Albert Ayler,
Lower 48,
The Move,
The Velvet Underground,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joey Negro,
Iggy Pop,
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
R.M.O.,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.