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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Nik Kershaw to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Section 25,
Fela Kuti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Patti Smith,
Ituana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aural Exciters,
The Happenings,
The Evens,
Qualms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
Severed Heads,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne,
The Divine Comedy,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
Sex Pistols,
Grey Daturas,
Wolf Eyes,
The Toasters,
Spoonie Gee,
Agent Orange,
Simply Red,
Goldenarms,
Lalann,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacob Miller,
Metal Thangz,
Infiniti,
Janne Schatter,
Khruangbin,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
The Standells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ten City,
Oblivians,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.