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 Hungary and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
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 oboe 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 The Flesh Eaters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
L. Decosne,
The Residents,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Move,
Dual Sessions,
Althea and Donna,
Icehouse,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
The Misunderstood,
The Grass Roots,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
The Slackers,
Camouflage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moby Grape,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Beau Brummels,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quadrant,
The Selecter,
Scan 7,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
The Walker Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masters at Work,
Eden Ahbez,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
Jandek,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
Nick Fraelich,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
The Motions,
Liliput,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.