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 Libya and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Trojans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wasted Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott Heron,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smoke,
Soul II Soul,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxette,
The Saints,
The Vogues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
a-ha,
Organ,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn,
Y Pants,
Mandrill,
Pussy Galore,
Eddi Front,
Patti Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Pylon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABC,
Motorama,
Country Teasers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thee Headcoats,
Index,
Ponytail,
Sun City Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Harmonia,
The Offenders,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doors,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Lyres,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masters at Work,
Eli Mardock,
The Knickerbockers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joy Division,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.