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 Eritrea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxette,
Barry Ungar,
Bauhaus,
Slick Rick,
The Young Rascals,
Faraquet,
The Star Department,
The Zeros,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Byron Stingily,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wings,
Fluxion,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
The Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sound,
Sällskapet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Associates,
Television Personalities,
Banda Bassotti,
Little Man,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
The Martian,
Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-101,
Sonny Sharrock,
Loose Ends,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Guru Guru,
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Patti Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
John Cale,
Skriet,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris Corsano,
Ice-T,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.