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 Belarus and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 The Standells to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
10cc,
Dead Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Fraelich,
Crooked Eye,
Loose Ends,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
Clear Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacob Miller,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays,
Niagra,
Severed Heads,
Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABBA,
The Fuzztones,
Mantronix,
Dual Sessions,
48th St. Collective,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Young Rascals,
Malaria!,
Suburban Knight,
Quantec,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings,
Minutemen,
Ice-T,
Visage,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gap Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vladislav Delay,
Marine Girls,
Dark Day,
Sixth Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Black Moon,
Sonic Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Subhumans,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.