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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minor Threat to the dance 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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Surgeon,
Nas,
Ken Boothe,
The Slackers,
The Star Department,
Moby Grape,
Basic Channel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cameo,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ludus,
The Cramps,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alison Limerick,
Adolescents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anakelly,
Fatback Band,
Barrington Levy,
Aswad,
New Order,
Urselle,
Spoonie Gee,
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Soulsonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boogie Down Productions,
Newcleus,
Lyres,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra,
Magma,
John Holt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masters at Work,
Black Bananas,
Hasil Adkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echospace,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
Fugazi,
The Zeros,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
Kurtis Blow,
AZ,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.