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 Kuwait and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deadbeat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Model 500,
The Music Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skriet,
Deepchord,
Sound Behaviour,
The Move,
Bush Tetras,
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter and Kerry,
Bob Dylan,
Sun City Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Last Poets,
Smog,
Yellowson,
Jawbox,
Howard Jones,
Ice-T,
The Gories,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Slits,
Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minor Threat,
Pole,
Barbara Tucker,
Pulsallama,
The Residents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Birthday Party,
The Golliwogs,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
Drexciya,
The Kinks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
Aswad,
Arthur Verocai,
Prince Buster,
Donny Hathaway,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
L. Decosne,
T. Rex,
The Leaves,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.