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 Guyana and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 L. Decosne to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Finger,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
DNA,
Mr. Review,
Basic Channel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
The Tremeloes,
Barbara Tucker,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Hood,
Marc Almond,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cure,
Eden Ahbez,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Womack,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
cv313,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
Blake Baxter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
These Immortal Souls,
Alton Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Absolute Body Control,
Donny Hathaway,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Kerri Chandler,
Janne Schatter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Panda Bear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
Q and Not U,
Faust,
Dawn Penn,
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.