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 Yemen and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 The Divine Comedy to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Scientists,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Machine,
Circle Jerks,
The Trojans,
Joey Negro,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacques Brel,
Barry Ungar,
Sixth Finger,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
Sun City Girls,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Real Kids,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps,
Dead Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
Pierre Henry,
Y Pants,
The Raincoats,
Liliput,
Suburban Knight,
Deepchord,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Selecter,
Second Layer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
the Germs,
Boredoms,
Simply Red,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arthur Verocai,
Yazoo,
Fugazi,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donny Hathaway,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Little Man,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
Infiniti,
Bang On A Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Royal Trux,
James White and The Blacks,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.