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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flesh Eaters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
DJ Sneak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Negative Approach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rotary Connection,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
Y Pants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sandy B,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
Tres Demented,
Angry Samoans,
Royal Trux,
Cheater Slicks,
Swell Maps,
The Black Dice,
Unwound,
Vladislav Delay,
Newcleus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neu!,
Excepter,
Rapeman,
The Fuzztones,
Hardrive,
Janne Schatter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
Althea and Donna,
Make Up,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skaos,
Black Pus,
Glenn Branca,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare,
T. Rex,
Lou Christie,
Mars,
Das Ding,
The United States of America,
Pantaleimon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Letta Mbulu,
EPMD,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.