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 Ghana 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 Cameo to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Yazoo,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Sherman,
Circle Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cramps,
Boz Scaggs,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Almond,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
Vainqueur,
Lungfish,
The Names,
Wire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
Bang On A Can,
Harmonia,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultra Naté,
Technova,
Das Ding,
The Dirtbombs,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tom Boy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Sheep,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
The Slackers,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Absolute Body Control,
Oneida,
Sex Pistols,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dark Day,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.