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 Brazil and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Cramps to the disco 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
Roger Hodgson,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pere Ubu,
Bronski Beat,
Suburban Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Intrusion,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
Marine Girls,
Warren Ellis,
The Standells,
Reagan Youth,
Sugar Minott,
cv313,
K-Klass,
MC5,
Buzzcocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Khruangbin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The United States of America,
Stockholm Monsters,
Theoretical Girls,
Erasure,
Gang Green,
The Cure,
the Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
JFA,
Marc Almond,
Q and Not U,
Nirvana,
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
Marmalade,
Severed Heads,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Walker Brothers,
MDC,
Lindisfarne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Negative Approach,
Peter & Gordon,
10cc,
Mars,
The Victims,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.