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 Cuba and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Mojo Men to the rap 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Wings,
cv313,
H. Thieme,
Brand Nubian,
Country Teasers,
Eve St. Jones,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Flock of Seagulls,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantaleimon,
Intrusion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
L. Decosne,
Peter and Kerry,
Swell Maps,
Aural Exciters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
Charles Mingus,
Urselle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Altered Images,
Goldenarms,
Godley & Creme,
Ituana,
Buzzcocks,
Mad Mike,
the Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set,
Quadrant,
The Mummies,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
the Association,
Severed Heads,
Au Pairs,
The Golliwogs,
Q65,
The Dead C,
Skarface,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.