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 Ethiopia and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
Funky Four + One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
Archie Shepp,
L. Decosne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radio Birdman,
Supertramp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dirtbombs,
Altered Images,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Babytalk,
Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Warsaw,
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D,
Ultravox,
Franke,
Marmalade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
F. McDonald,
Shoche,
ABBA,
The Young Rascals,
Dead Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drexciya,
Hoover,
Slave,
Reuben Wilson,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
The Offenders,
the Soft Cell,
X-102,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chrome,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League,
Max Romeo,
Niagra,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.