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 Nauru and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Morten Harket to the dance 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Urselle,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Womack,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
UT,
One Last Wish,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eddi Front,
Eve St. Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
Hoover,
Kurtis Blow,
Organ,
Neu!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minor Threat,
Aswad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fatback Band,
Underground Resistance,
Franke,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
Erykah Badu,
The J.B.'s,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Dolphy,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
Black Moon,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Velvet Underground,
June Days,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lower 48,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.