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 Georgia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Robert Palmer 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 Bill Near to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
Faust,
Massinfluence,
Kayak,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Invisible,
Groovy Waters,
Kenny Larkin,
Magma,
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Foxx,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
Das Ding,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gun Club,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
AZ,
Ornette Coleman,
PIL,
Accadde A,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Stooges,
The Count Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Babytalk,
L. Decosne,
Jacob Miller,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
Vladislav Delay,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drexciya,
Scrapy,
Anakelly,
This Heat,
Hasil Adkins,
Television Personalities,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unwound,
The Cowsills,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.