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 St Lucia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Rekid to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Joy Division,
The Saints,
Khruangbin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joey Negro,
Iggy Pop,
Sight & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Sonic Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Cal Tjader,
FM Einheit,
Ludus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pop Group,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultravox,
Aswad,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Busters,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
Shuggie Otis,
The Offenders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Darondo,
Wire,
New York Dolls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
Flash Fearless,
Eve St. Jones,
Sällskapet,
a-ha,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
The Seeds,
Technova,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Davy DMX,
Underground Resistance,
The United States of America,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.