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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Beau Brummels to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Harry Pussy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jandek,
Pierre Henry,
Boredoms,
The Neon Judgement,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
Whodini,
The Trojans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Prince Buster,
Lalann,
Ponytail,
John Foxx,
The Music Machine,
The Raincoats,
Scratch Acid,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
Minor Threat,
Warsaw,
Second Layer,
The Birthday Party,
Rotary Connection,
Mandrill,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eve St. Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
David Bowie,
Brand Nubian,
the Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minny Pops,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sparks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Sneak,
John Holt,
Severed Heads,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.