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 Turkmenistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The Slackers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
The Remains,
Susan Cadogan,
Visage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Rapeman,
The Barracudas,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed,
The Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aaron Thompson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Birthday Party,
Scan 7,
Ponytail,
Malaria!,
Graham Central Station,
Ronan,
Mad Mike,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Mission of Burma,
Blake Baxter,
Cybotron,
Dark Day,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
Marmalade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maurizio,
Deakin,
R.M.O.,
Wings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Wally Richardson,
The Tremeloes,
Loose Ends,
H. Thieme,
Television Personalities,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
This Heat,
Babytalk,
Angry Samoans,
The Neon Judgement,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.