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 Lithuania and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
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 chamberlin 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 Grey Daturas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pretty Things,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
The Kinks,
Niagra,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
Al Stewart,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monks,
Man Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Chris Corsano,
Terry Callier,
The Standells,
Patti Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tres Demented,
Lyres,
Yusef Lateef,
Q and Not U,
The Smiths,
Youth Brigade,
Minny Pops,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
Little Man,
Pagans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Con Funk Shun,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rosa Yemen,
Prince Buster,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Remains,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.