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 Canada and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
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 guitar 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 Danielle Patucci to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Heaven 17,
The Knickerbockers,
Cheater Slicks,
Half Japanese,
Peter and Kerry,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gladiators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
Erasure,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Associates,
Eli Mardock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Godley & Creme,
Dawn Penn,
Isaac Hayes,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terry Callier,
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Toni Rubio,
Wally Richardson,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
10cc,
Henry Cow,
Sonic Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
World's Most,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
The J.B.'s,
Prince Buster,
Pole,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Residents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet,
Don Cherry,
Rod Modell,
Qualms,
Deepchord,
The Walker Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.