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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
Subhumans,
Cameo,
Lakeside,
the Normal,
Moby Grape,
Ronan,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur,
The Durutti Column,
Severed Heads,
Can,
Soul II Soul,
Bad Manners,
The Index,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
Anakelly,
Wally Richardson,
Scan 7,
Faust,
James White and The Blacks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bluetip,
Graham Central Station,
Agent Orange,
Morten Harket,
Althea and Donna,
The Real Kids,
Rekid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June Days,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
R.M.O.,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
The Neon Judgement,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Sherman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kurtis Blow,
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Fela Kuti,
Silicon Teens,
Absolute Body Control,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Finger,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.