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 Ghana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Marmalade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Interpol,
Harry Pussy,
Aswad,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
Don Cherry,
Wings,
Minutemen,
Index,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Minnie Riperton,
Agent Orange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suicide,
Junior Murvin,
The Zeros,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warsaw,
Y Pants,
Piero Umiliani,
The Divine Comedy,
The Young Rascals,
Black Bananas,
Stiv Bators,
Archie Shepp,
The Fuzztones,
Black Moon,
Minor Threat,
A Certain Ratio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slits,
Faust,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
a-ha,
Excepter,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
Scion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
The Remains,
Isaac Hayes,
Saccharine Trust,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.