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 Haiti and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
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 Motions to the dance 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lakeside,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan,
The Kinks,
Half Japanese,
Carl Craig,
Basic Channel,
Television Personalities,
Smog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yellowson,
Trumans Water,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Junior Murvin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
Heaven 17,
Mars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Easy Going,
Alison Limerick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxette,
The Leaves,
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man,
Scratch Acid,
Shoche,
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Prince Buster,
Bauhaus,
Mr. Review,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed,
the Human League,
MDC,
The Moody Blues,
Ituana,
Symarip,
Depeche Mode,
The Remains,
The Stooges,
Newcleus,
The Doors,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suicide,
Los Fastidios,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.