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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Accadde A to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Eric Copeland,
Freddie Wadling,
Pole,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Groovy Waters,
The Saints,
Minny Pops,
Hashim,
Yellowson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
Peter and Kerry,
Dawn Penn,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quantec,
Section 25,
Malaria!,
Patti Smith,
The Fugs,
The Moody Blues,
Scratch Acid,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
The Knickerbockers,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
Neu!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Scan 7,
Maurizio,
Marine Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cure,
Joe Smooth,
a-ha,
Sister Nancy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harry Pussy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
Arcadia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.