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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mighty Diamonds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultravox,
Sound Behaviour,
Desert Stars,
Terry Callier,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sandy B,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hot Snakes,
Carl Craig,
Television Personalities,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Traffic Nightmare,
Intrusion,
Make Up,
Arcadia,
DJ Sneak,
Technova,
Quadrant,
Sam Rivers,
Cymande,
DNA,
The Saints,
Echospace,
The Kinks,
Brand Nubian,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
Laurel Aitken,
CMW,
Connie Case,
Icehouse,
Blossom Toes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Young Marble Giants,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Accadde A,
Tom Boy,
Sparks,
JFA,
Chris Corsano,
Reuben Wilson,
John Lydon,
Don Cherry,
Howard Jones,
The Invisible,
Nick Fraelich,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronan,
Cameo,
Buzzcocks,
Livin' Joy,
the Normal,
David Axelrod,
Flipper,
Ten City,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.