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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 The Mojo Men to the rock 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Associates,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Order,
Minny Pops,
Camberwell Now,
Black Flag,
Japan,
Don Cherry,
10cc,
B.T. Express,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Stooges,
X-Ray Spex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
D'Angelo,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
Radiohead,
The American Breed,
Connie Case,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Ice-T,
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pere Ubu,
The Invisible,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
Warsaw,
The Litter,
The J.B.'s,
the Human League,
Black Sheep,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
Jerry's Kids,
The Music Machine,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.