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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Tremeloes to the dance 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pretty Things,
The Young Rascals,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
Supertramp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monochrome Set,
Sex Pistols,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
David McCallum,
Bang On A Can,
The Saints,
The Move,
Aswad,
Qualms,
Anakelly,
Connie Case,
Eve St. Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
The Beau Brummels,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Interpol,
the Association,
The Martian,
New Order,
Avey Tare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Parrish,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
Man Eating Sloth,
CMW,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
Blake Baxter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spoonie Gee,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Little Man,
T. Rex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.