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 Korea North and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Scratch Acid to the crunk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
Depeche Mode,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
The New Christs,
Funky Four + One,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magma,
The Fugs,
Ronan,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
Outsiders,
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Buzzcocks,
Howard Jones,
Magazine,
Rekid,
Shoche,
Harry Pussy,
Ponytail,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Saints,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Lynne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
The Remains,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
MDC,
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson,
Peter & Gordon,
Erasure,
Smog,
Jacques Brel,
The Stooges,
Moebius,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
The Toasters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.