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 Morocco and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pop Group 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Technova,
Brick,
Blake Baxter,
Lungfish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Dawn Penn,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
Eric Copeland,
Brothers Johnson,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pretty Things,
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Siglo XX,
Goldenarms,
Tears for Fears,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
Sex Pistols,
Animal Collective,
Visage,
David McCallum,
cv313,
Lou Reed,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smoke,
Steve Hackett,
Pulsallama,
Oneida,
Prince Buster,
Second Layer,
Japan,
Josef K,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick May,
CMW,
Minutemen,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sam Rivers,
Rotary Connection,
The Moleskins,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fuzztones,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
Yellowson,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.