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 Thailand and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the jazz 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare,
The Fugs,
The Grass Roots,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
The Tremeloes,
The Offenders,
the Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Germs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
Neu!,
Maurizio,
Robert Hood,
Danielle Patucci,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blackbyrds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jawbox,
Bronski Beat,
Black Pus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Standells,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
This Heat,
Pere Ubu,
ABC,
K-Klass,
cv313,
Jacob Miller,
JFA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thompson Twins,
Archie Shepp,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
Ludus,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick May,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Holt,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.