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 Australia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spoonie Gee,
Average White Band,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sparks,
Radio Birdman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bauhaus,
the Association,
Harmonia,
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare,
Eden Ahbez,
Deakin,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grauzone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lindisfarne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Royal Trux,
Minutemen,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC,
Excepter,
Sound Behaviour,
Scion,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Rod Modell,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sound,
Warsaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
Sonic Youth,
Kas Product,
Marmalade,
The Smiths,
World's Most,
Skaos,
June Days,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Near,
Tom Boy,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.