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 France and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kinks to the rock 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Make Up,
Hashim,
Maleditus Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James Chance & The Contortions,
D'Angelo,
The Music Machine,
Ronan,
X-102,
MC5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Intrusion,
Fear,
Dave Gahan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Tim Buckley,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drexciya,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Con Funk Shun,
The Evens,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Depeche Mode,
New Order,
Radiohead,
Dennis Brown,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
Infiniti,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc,
Surgeon,
PIL,
Marine Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Livin' Joy,
One Last Wish,
Gabor Szabo,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.