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 Sweden and from New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Techniques,
The Toasters,
Skaos,
Aloha Tigers,
Quadrant,
Aural Exciters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cluster,
Joey Negro,
June Days,
Joensuu 1685,
Sam Rivers,
The Modern Lovers,
Hot Snakes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MDC,
The Fuzztones,
Pagans,
The Divine Comedy,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
The Trojans,
Scion,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Japan,
Tom Boy,
Deadbeat,
Thee Headcoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
Duran Duran,
Hoover,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pretty Things,
Index,
Crime,
Patti Smith,
Fear,
Joyce Sims,
Scientists,
Pantaleimon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Procol Harum,
Franke,
The Moleskins,
The Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kas Product,
Rod Modell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Vogues,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.