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 Suriname and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Circle Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
Japan,
The Index,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
Procol Harum,
Black Bananas,
Barry Ungar,
Gichy Dan,
Ice-T,
Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
E-Dancer,
Pole,
Reuben Wilson,
Eve St. Jones,
New York Dolls,
Dorothy Ashby,
This Heat,
The J.B.'s,
In Retrospect,
Black Pus,
Circle Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars,
Easy Going,
the Sonics,
The Vogues,
Fat Boys,
DNA,
Deakin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mantronix,
Index,
Graham Central Station,
Aswad,
Cameo,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Icehouse,
Steve Hackett,
Sound Behaviour,
Eli Mardock,
Pere Ubu,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
The Young Rascals,
The Martian,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-101,
Lakeside,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.