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 Benin and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Techniques to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
Motorama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oblivians,
Ludus,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sonics,
The Kinks,
Mantronix,
UT,
Mandrill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
Pussy Galore,
Intrusion,
Excepter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings,
Wasted Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
10cc,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
Suicide,
Crispy Ambulance,
Talk Talk,
Dead Boys,
Josef K,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monolake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Byron Stingily,
Joey Negro,
Pharoah Sanders,
Michelle Simonal,
Ice-T,
Buzzcocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Coltrane,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.