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 Saudi Arabia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Agent Orange to the punk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tears for Fears,
Agitation Free,
ABC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kenny Larkin,
Swans,
Pylon,
Anakelly,
Camberwell Now,
Tim Buckley,
Symarip,
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masters at Work,
The Victims,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Lynne,
Boogie Down Productions,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sight & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Smog,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
Wings,
Bootsy Collins,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction,
John Cale,
Television,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glenn Branca,
DNA,
Japan,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
Pantaleimon,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.