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 Morocco and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Golliwogs to the rock 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
Gang Green,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Clarke,
Panda Bear,
The Durutti Column,
Ice-T,
The Skatalites,
Sixth Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick May,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kenny Larkin,
The Stooges,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
Skriet,
Dark Day,
The Cowsills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thee Headcoats,
Dave Gahan,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
Lightning Bolt,
Intrusion,
Davy DMX,
Young Marble Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Zero Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Supertramp,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
In Retrospect,
Mo-Dettes,
Delta 5,
Country Teasers,
Lucky Dragons,
China Crisis,
Nirvana,
Althea and Donna,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Sherman,
Eurythmics,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
The Doors,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.