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 Malta and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sandy B to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lungfish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
Franke,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
The Searchers,
Banda Bassotti,
Vainqueur,
Moss Icon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Grass Roots,
Rufus Thomas,
Shoche,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
10cc,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
Fluxion,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rapeman,
Dead Boys,
Glenn Branca,
The Cramps,
Quantec,
Bluetip,
The Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
JFA,
Qualms,
MDC,
Ituana,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
Boredoms,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
Soulsonic Force,
Scrapy,
Connie Case,
The Trojans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mantronix,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.