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 Ukraine and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 Guru Guru to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Chris Corsano,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Bourne,
L. Decosne,
Clear Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin,
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
Pole,
Warsaw,
Masters at Work,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
Nico,
Quando Quango,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat,
The Beau Brummels,
Von Mondo,
Tommy Roe,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Terry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Residents,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Pulsallama,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
Buzzcocks,
Stiv Bators,
Mr. Review,
Ituana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dead C,
Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
Aaron Thompson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Litter,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.