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 Belarus and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Inner City to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Davy DMX,
Agent Orange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
Scratch Acid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eddi Front,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joy Division,
Von Mondo,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Busters,
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
Fluxion,
Morten Harket,
The Monks,
The Sound,
Skriet,
La Düsseldorf,
Suicide,
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
The Birthday Party,
Liliput,
David Bowie,
cv313,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Invisible,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio,
The Doors,
Carl Craig,
H. Thieme,
Cluster,
Bang On A Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.