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 United Kingdom and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Monolake to the punk 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blossom Toes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erasure,
Eli Mardock,
Technova,
Stetsasonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
48th St. Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tres Demented,
The Busters,
Joyce Sims,
The Move,
Heaven 17,
The United States of America,
Yazoo,
Lindisfarne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets,
Marvin Gaye,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
Sly & The Family Stone,
PIL,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker,
L. Decosne,
Maurizio,
Suicide,
Letta Mbulu,
One Last Wish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Graham Central Station,
Audionom,
The Leaves,
Patti Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Copeland,
Ohio Players,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
Hashim,
Joe Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Gang of Four,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Starr,
The Saints,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Raincoats,
T. Rex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blake Baxter,
Aswad,
Aloha Tigers,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.