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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance 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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
Kas Product,
Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Coltrane,
Whodini,
Nick Fraelich,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alphaville,
Shoche,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed,
Amazonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
The Modern Lovers,
B.T. Express,
The Kinks,
Deakin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash,
Livin' Joy,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
kango's stein massive,
Marine Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moby Grape,
Young Marble Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Chrome,
New Order,
The Velvet Underground,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mo-Dettes,
Laurel Aitken,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO,
Stereo Dub,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
The Gun Club,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Tubeway Army,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
Ronnie Foster,
Camouflage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grey Daturas,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.