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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Rotary Connection,
The Star Department,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Velvet Underground,
Buzzcocks,
The Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
The Residents,
Qualms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tommy Roe,
Loose Ends,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boz Scaggs,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slits,
Sällskapet,
48th St. Collective,
Cymande,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
Arcadia,
Half Japanese,
Banda Bassotti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
Juan Atkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Deepchord,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Au Pairs,
Blake Baxter,
The Fortunes,
Joey Negro,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Sherman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacques Brel,
Unwound,
Wings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Hasil Adkins,
Crooked Eye,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.