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 Palau and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 DNA to the grime 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Essential Logic,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
Albert Ayler,
Joey Negro,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
Interpol,
The Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cure,
The Walker Brothers,
UT,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
Fad Gadget,
The Gun Club,
Skaos,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Malaria!,
The Vogues,
Bluetip,
the Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mummies,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Television,
Tom Boy,
Lightning Bolt,
Boredoms,
Pylon,
The Monochrome Set,
Cal Tjader,
Wings,
The Fuzztones,
Suburban Knight,
Scientists,
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
New Age Steppers,
The Tremeloes,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.