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 Singapore and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 The Invisible to the punk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cowsills,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
Rapeman,
John Lydon,
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
Scientists,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hot Snakes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joey Negro,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Franke,
Vainqueur,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Surgeon,
Sixth Finger,
Roxy Music,
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül,
Little Man,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ituana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young,
Danielle Patucci,
The Human League,
Lalann,
Black Moon,
The Monochrome Set,
Slick Rick,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
H. Thieme,
Tom Boy,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Babytalk,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.