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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Smoke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Monks,
Easy Going,
Boredoms,
Dead Boys,
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Niagra,
The Star Department,
Ludus,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Mills,
The Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Junior Murvin,
Kerri Chandler,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
Accadde A,
Todd Rundgren,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
CMW,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
Harmonia,
Dennis Brown,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
June Days,
Mad Mike,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
Black Moon,
The Cowsills,
R.M.O.,
Kayak,
Sun Ra,
Altered Images,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yazoo,
Kurtis Blow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.