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 Botswana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Moby Grape to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rapeman,
Camouflage,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soulsonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Byrd,
Wings,
Agent Orange,
Suicide,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
kango's stein massive,
The Doors,
The Knickerbockers,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Sneak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Starr,
June of 44,
Sonic Youth,
cv313,
Lebanon Hanover,
Subhumans,
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wally Richardson,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dead Boys,
The Cramps,
Masters at Work,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Morten Harket,
Steve Hackett,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Victims,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Lydon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Simply Red,
Saccharine Trust,
Tubeway Army,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deepchord,
Bootsy Collins,
Skriet,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Loose Ends,
Joensuu 1685,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.