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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Minor Threat 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
Au Pairs,
The Skatalites,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Radiohead,
The Offenders,
Grauzone,
Monolake,
Marc Almond,
Bill Near,
Lou Christie,
Dawn Penn,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Organ,
Jeff Mills,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tim Buckley,
Graham Central Station,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
One Last Wish,
X-102,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
The Happenings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Divine Comedy,
10cc,
Piero Umiliani,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
JFA,
Spoonie Gee,
Niagra,
Jacques Brel,
Yaz,
The Music Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.