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 Belarus and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Searchers to the electroclash 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Patti Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Toni Rubio,
the Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
Can,
Grey Daturas,
Rites of Spring,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Residents,
Joey Negro,
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
Oblivians,
New Age Steppers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Tremeloes,
Donald Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Flag,
Reuben Wilson,
Technova,
Gerry Rafferty,
La Düsseldorf,
Scratch Acid,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barbara Tucker,
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
Television,
The Doors,
Scan 7,
Theoretical Girls,
Ludus,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
CMW,
Rufus Thomas,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar,
The Five Americans,
Wolf Eyes,
Agent Orange,
The Victims,
Cluster,
Sun Ra,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.