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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Icehouse to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Tears for Fears,
Man Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Model 500,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
Arthur Verocai,
kango's stein massive,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Index,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
Gregory Isaacs,
Easy Going,
The Cure,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
The Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sam Rivers,
Max Romeo,
Faust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tres Demented,
The Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Shoche,
The Doors,
The Trojans,
In Retrospect,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Mandrill,
Tubeway Army,
Josef K,
Wasted Youth,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxette,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Grass Roots,
The Offenders,
Chris Corsano,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
Symarip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.