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 Denmark and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ultravox to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
Nirvana,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barrington Levy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Lindisfarne,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sex Pistols,
Joey Negro,
The United States of America,
The Associates,
The Fuzztones,
Wire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deakin,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hot Snakes,
Radio Birdman,
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
Flamin' Groovies,
EPMD,
Agitation Free,
Junior Murvin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Busters,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
Bad Manners,
Public Image Ltd.,
Accadde A,
Shuggie Otis,
Godley & Creme,
K-Klass,
Arthur Verocai,
Tubeway Army,
The Neon Judgement,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Saints,
Lucky Dragons,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.