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 Bulgaria and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Holt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Nik Kershaw,
Yellowson,
Deadbeat,
Grey Daturas,
Symarip,
Deakin,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Wake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
June of 44,
Wasted Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moebius,
Technova,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scion,
cv313,
Sam Rivers,
Barry Ungar,
Rakim,
the Association,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Machine,
ABBA,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Buzzcocks,
Joey Negro,
The Walker Brothers,
Section 25,
Loose Ends,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visage,
The Buckinghams,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang On A Can,
Model 500,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Michelle Simonal,
Harpers Bizarre,
R.M.O.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slits,
Skriet,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.