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 Australia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
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 snare 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 The Misunderstood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Real Kids,
The Gun Club,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed,
Aswad,
Grauzone,
Audionom,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Traffic Nightmare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zapp,
The Associates,
David Bowie,
Alison Limerick,
Lucky Dragons,
Minor Threat,
Angry Samoans,
Faraquet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smoke,
Oneida,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Sparks,
Skaos,
Accadde A,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry,
Minny Pops,
cv313,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
China Crisis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
B.T. Express,
Kas Product,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brass Construction,
The Saints,
Jerry's Kids,
Y Pants,
Jandek,
Adolescents,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Kinks,
Chrome,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.