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 Italy and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Black Flag,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
Cal Tjader,
The Pop Group,
the Sonics,
Ronan,
Erasure,
Lightning Bolt,
The Saints,
Mr. Review,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter & Gordon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liliput,
Delta 5,
Excepter,
Black Bananas,
David Axelrod,
The Tremeloes,
Radiohead,
Clear Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
Pere Ubu,
Black Sheep,
The Doors,
The Gladiators,
Lou Christie,
The Toasters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
Lakeside,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
U.S. Maple,
Lucky Dragons,
Wings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dave Gahan,
The Searchers,
The Real Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fad Gadget,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.