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 China and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Organ 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Essential Logic,
Bob Dylan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
The Monochrome Set,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rapeman,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
Nirvana,
Buzzcocks,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
D'Angelo,
Masters at Work,
Ornette Coleman,
The Beau Brummels,
Boz Scaggs,
Absolute Body Control,
The Real Kids,
Dead Boys,
The Gories,
The Fortunes,
Chris Corsano,
Whodini,
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front,
The Associates,
CMW,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABBA,
The Fall,
Camouflage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moody Blues,
The Last Poets,
T. Rex,
Wasted Youth,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.