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 Bolivia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Skriet to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Robert Hood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
Gong,
Qualms,
Livin' Joy,
Moebius,
This Heat,
cv313,
Terry Callier,
Little Man,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
U.S. Maple,
Sight & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
Q65,
Lebanon Hanover,
MDC,
Toni Rubio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter & Gordon,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Dolphy,
48th St. Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mantronix,
Henry Cow,
Bang On A Can,
Mars,
Warsaw,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faraquet,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
Country Teasers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Young Rascals,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.