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 Korea South and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 The Gap Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Jesus and Mary Chain,
Judy Mowatt,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül,
Rapeman,
Procol Harum,
Stiv Bators,
John Coltrane,
Wings,
The Wake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
Underground Resistance,
Sixth Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minor Threat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dark Day,
Ohio Players,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Inner City,
Clear Light,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harmonia,
Max Romeo,
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
Morten Harket,
Al Stewart,
Byron Stingily,
Eden Ahbez,
Gastr Del Sol,
Model 500,
Bang On A Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Urselle,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
Silicon Teens,
T.S.O.L.,
Easy Going,
Tim Buckley,
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.