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 Mexico and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Suburban Knight to the funk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Happenings,
The Smoke,
Stiv Bators,
China Crisis,
Infiniti,
The Evens,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker,
Vainqueur,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Moss Icon,
Smog,
10cc,
Cal Tjader,
The Fuzztones,
Little Man,
Howard Jones,
Yaz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Make Up,
The Five Americans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Icehouse,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
Rosa Yemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
The Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
Unwound,
X-101,
T. Rex,
Lakeside,
The American Breed,
The Toasters,
Scratch Acid,
Heaven 17,
The Skatalites,
Ronan,
Slave,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
Clear Light,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
Black Bananas,
The Star Department,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.