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 Ukraine and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Joey Negro to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The United States of America,
The Fortunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gun Club,
Susan Cadogan,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
the Human League,
ABBA,
Roger Hodgson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Halsall,
Scrapy,
Prince Buster,
Lindisfarne,
The Gladiators,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
Metal Thangz,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
Qualms,
The Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Trojans,
Soft Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mummies,
UT,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
The American Breed,
Terry Callier,
Nas,
Faraquet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hot Snakes,
Ludus,
Marc Almond,
Neu!,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Görl,
Suburban Knight,
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dead Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Leonard Cohen,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.