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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Anakelly to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joey Negro,
R.M.O.,
Albert Ayler,
John Foxx,
Gichy Dan,
Lucky Dragons,
CMW,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
Animal Collective,
Zero Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Birthday Party,
Visage,
Infiniti,
Eli Mardock,
Michelle Simonal,
Vainqueur,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Can,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
The Associates,
Moebius,
Duran Duran,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faust,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
Ronnie Foster,
The Happenings,
Alphaville,
Camberwell Now,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Essential Logic,
Wire,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eden Ahbez,
Magma,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fugs,
X-102,
Icehouse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barry Ungar,
Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.