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 Japan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Grass Roots to the grime 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Axelrod,
Scientists,
Magazine,
Nirvana,
the Germs,
Eli Mardock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ken Boothe,
Tears for Fears,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
Dead Boys,
Flipper,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
Spandau Ballet,
Max Romeo,
MDC,
Severed Heads,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
Wire,
Magma,
Anakelly,
Camberwell Now,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
Outsiders,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
Letta Mbulu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
The Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Bauhaus,
The Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Wolf Eyes,
The J.B.'s,
Rod Modell,
FM Einheit,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Prince Buster,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Sheep,
Jandek,
Patti Smith,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mr. Review,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.