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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
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 snare 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 Hot Snakes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Offenders,
Charles Mingus,
Metal Thangz,
Lightning Bolt,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
Colin Newman,
Clear Light,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
Sound Behaviour,
Kaleidoscope,
Joensuu 1685,
Amazonics,
Make Up,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
H. Thieme,
The Names,
The Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
Thompson Twins,
Lyres,
Joyce Sims,
The Slits,
The Skatalites,
Scientists,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q and Not U,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiohead,
The Searchers,
Man Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
CMW,
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex,
The Toasters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cameo,
Tim Buckley,
Trumans Water,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
Fugazi,
Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
The Real Kids,
Dawn Penn,
The Sonics,
Symarip,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.