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 Burkina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grime 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
Roxette,
Lou Christie,
Agitation Free,
Rapeman,
Half Japanese,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Dorothy Ashby,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
The Angels of Light,
Sparks,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
The Count Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Hasil Adkins,
Eurythmics,
Flash Fearless,
Average White Band,
Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48,
The American Breed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Groovy Waters,
Brothers Johnson,
Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
The Cowsills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Searchers,
Chrome,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
Scan 7,
Crime,
Dennis Brown,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
Erykah Badu,
The Vogues,
Scientists,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alphaville,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fall,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.