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 Romania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Flipper to the dance 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Cramps,
Livin' Joy,
Das Ding,
Hashim,
Animal Collective,
Max Romeo,
Tres Demented,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Index,
Ultra Naté,
Ponytail,
Scion,
Tommy Roe,
Jawbox,
Bobby Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
The Move,
Fad Gadget,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neu!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Ice-T,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fat Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Lungfish,
the Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange,
Donald Byrd,
Icehouse,
Faust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Subhumans,
The Litter,
X-Ray Spex,
The Remains,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barry Ungar,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick May,
Mantronix,
Sixth Finger,
The Count Five,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.