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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
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 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 the Slits to the rock 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Organ,
The Slackers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
Das Ding,
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu,
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls,
Saccharine Trust,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hot Snakes,
Soulsonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Kaleidoscope,
Whodini,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Hill,
Shoche,
Grey Daturas,
Make Up,
Urselle,
Ten City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül II,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Green,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Half Japanese,
Eric Copeland,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.