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 Comoros and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the dance 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin,
Average White Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
Mars,
Radiohead,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
Q65,
Goldenarms,
Godley & Creme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Half Japanese,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mummies,
Liliput,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suburban Knight,
Quando Quango,
Masters at Work,
Qualms,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warsaw,
Nirvana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nas,
Popol Vuh,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fortunes,
Wire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Josef K,
The Martian,
Joey Negro,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Mission of Burma,
Ohio Players,
Rotary Connection,
Visage,
Agent Orange,
AZ,
The Buckinghams,
Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.