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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Saints to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Crime,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Detroit Cobras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Howard Jones,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
Ituana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blake Baxter,
Goldenarms,
Bad Manners,
Swans,
Alton Ellis,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
Arcadia,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
Faust,
Lyres,
Roger Hodgson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Saccharine Trust,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wasted Youth,
Newcleus,
Eve St. Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Scion,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move,
Public Enemy,
the Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Au Pairs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
The Tremeloes,
Barry Ungar,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.