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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michelle Simonal to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Connie Case,
The Gun Club,
Echospace,
Blancmange,
Pagans,
The Birthday Party,
Nirvana,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
Mr. Review,
Fat Boys,
Newcleus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Au Pairs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dead C,
Janne Schatter,
Second Layer,
kango's stein massive,
Basic Channel,
Liliput,
Rekid,
Deakin,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Almond,
The Cramps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product,
ABC,
Lyres,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Clarke,
X-101,
Inner City,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
The Trojans,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Searchers,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
AZ,
Vladislav Delay,
Massinfluence,
Fear,
Fluxion,
Guru Guru,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sight & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boogie Down Productions,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.