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 Chile and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
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 guitar 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 Susan Cadogan to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blues Magoos,
Hardrive,
Nas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Moon,
Scientists,
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
10cc,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slick Rick,
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
Joy Division,
Motorama,
Cymande,
Symarip,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bauhaus,
Dark Day,
Country Teasers,
Scion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
Parry Music,
Simply Red,
Dawn Penn,
The Barracudas,
K-Klass,
DJ Sneak,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacob Miller,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
The Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wings,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
Rapeman,
Arcadia,
Howard Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Bluetip,
Robert Hood,
Harmonia,
The Residents,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.