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 Croatia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
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 synthesizer 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 Shuggie Otis to the grunge 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
Urselle,
Al Stewart,
The Cure,
Sister Nancy,
Marmalade,
Erykah Badu,
Kas Product,
June Days,
Barbara Tucker,
Dennis Brown,
The Selecter,
Livin' Joy,
Mission of Burma,
Skriet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Metal Thangz,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
kango's stein massive,
Cymande,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cramps,
Deepchord,
The Pretty Things,
Pylon,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faraquet,
Neil Young,
The Victims,
Brass Construction,
R.M.O.,
The Divine Comedy,
Television,
Black Bananas,
The Busters,
The Grass Roots,
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sam Rivers,
JFA,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
This Heat,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Walker Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.