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 Taiwan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Michael McDonald 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 Mary Jane Girls to the disco 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Saccharine Trust,
Camouflage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jawbox,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Max Romeo,
Nils Olav,
Joe Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Smog,
Scion,
Ice-T,
Skarface,
Neu!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Michelle Simonal,
Tears for Fears,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Copeland,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Tremeloes,
Swell Maps,
The Techniques,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Searchers,
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds,
Spandau Ballet,
Von Mondo,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
Pulsallama,
Television Personalities,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
The Barracudas,
Accadde A,
Grauzone,
Mars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bluetip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.