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 Lesotho and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arthur Verocai to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
The Litter,
Yaz,
The Barracudas,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
Brass Construction,
Nik Kershaw,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cramps,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
Sandy B,
Wally Richardson,
Newcleus,
Nico,
Ronan,
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
The Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
B.T. Express,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T. Rex,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fear,
Kas Product,
Panda Bear,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Human League,
Qualms,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
The Slackers,
Al Stewart,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed,
Lalann,
the Slits,
Don Cherry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.