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 France 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Niagra,
Duran Duran,
Gong,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
Arthur Verocai,
Ossler,
Robert Hood,
Circle Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
T. Rex,
The Grass Roots,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Copeland,
Funky Four + One,
Porter Ricks,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
Skriet,
Bobby Sherman,
Cameo,
Tears for Fears,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
Country Teasers,
Graham Central Station,
Wings,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
Skaos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Audionom,
Japan,
the Germs,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
Grey Daturas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thee Headcoats,
Nico,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fuzztones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bauhaus,
Pagans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.