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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
Kaleidoscope,
Archie Shepp,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fugs,
Alison Limerick,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tommy Roe,
Steve Hackett,
Howard Jones,
Groovy Waters,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
Country Teasers,
The Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
This Heat,
Deepchord,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
Hashim,
The United States of America,
Parry Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Sparks,
Mandrill,
Bad Manners,
Skriet,
Carl Craig,
Depeche Mode,
Bang On A Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Simply Red,
Interpol,
Arab on Radar,
Tres Demented,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wire,
Amazonics,
the Sonics,
The Real Kids,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harmonia,
Maleditus Sound,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.