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 Uganda and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Bizarre Inc. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Hasil Adkins,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Lydon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young,
Marc Almond,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Dolphy,
The Walker Brothers,
Hardrive,
Duran Duran,
Black Moon,
Tubeway Army,
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
The Golliwogs,
Sarah Menescal,
Porter Ricks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Vogues,
The Move,
Joe Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
Das Ding,
CMW,
Black Flag,
Warren Ellis,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
Black Pus,
The Fortunes,
Quando Quango,
Fluxion,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Outsiders,
Camberwell Now,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
The Count Five,
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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.