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 Liberia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Minor Threat to the grunge 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Radiohead,
The Dead C,
Guru Guru,
Index,
Deepchord,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Almond,
Black Moon,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Surgeon,
Dark Day,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
Pere Ubu,
The United States of America,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Divine Comedy,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Rapeman,
The Happenings,
The Residents,
Camberwell Now,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
The Last Poets,
Gang Green,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
Fear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boz Scaggs,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sällskapet,
Kaleidoscope,
B.T. Express,
The J.B.'s,
Al Stewart,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rod Modell,
Davy DMX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slackers,
Ossler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bluetip,
Nirvana,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.