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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skatalites to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scion,
Neu!,
Mars,
Little Man,
Steve Hackett,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gories,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Skatalites,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Von Mondo,
Gang Starr,
The Birthday Party,
JFA,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masters at Work,
The Blackbyrds,
the Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Rufus Thomas,
Rites of Spring,
Eurythmics,
Junior Murvin,
AZ,
Das Ding,
Andrew Hill,
Reagan Youth,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Bar-Kays,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Easy Going,
Public Enemy,
Grauzone,
Soulsonic Force,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
X-102,
Ossler,
Bronski Beat,
Minutemen,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Clarke,
Au Pairs,
a-ha,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.