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 Djibouti and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
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 T.S.O.L. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Laurel Aitken,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories,
Smog,
The Remains,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
Inner City,
Animal Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
Depeche Mode,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crash Course in Science,
D'Angelo,
Sugar Minott,
JFA,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
Lucky Dragons,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Schoolly D,
Lyres,
Soft Cell,
CMW,
Cameo,
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Crispian St. Peters,
Second Layer,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
The New Christs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Count Five,
Gang Green,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crime,
Pussy Galore,
Adolescents,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.