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 Syria and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The Slackers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Funkadelic,
Negative Approach,
The Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Y Pants,
Lindisfarne,
Erasure,
Grey Daturas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool Moe Dee,
UT,
Wire,
Morten Harket,
The Moody Blues,
The Doors,
Archie Shepp,
Anakelly,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
X-102,
Joy Division,
Barry Ungar,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
Tom Boy,
Interpol,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Nico,
Bobby Byrd,
The Human League,
Excepter,
Kurtis Blow,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
Minor Threat,
Brick,
Urselle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Graham Central Station,
Easy Going,
New York Dolls,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nik Kershaw,
Crooked Eye,
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal,
Lower 48,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
Youth Brigade,
Severed Heads,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.