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 Benin and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Bronski Beat to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Magazine,
Groovy Waters,
Malaria!,
Danielle Patucci,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Morten Harket,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Hill,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cal Tjader,
AZ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MDC,
Scientists,
Aswad,
The Stooges,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
The Kinks,
Wolf Eyes,
Vainqueur,
Radio Birdman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
Amazonics,
Donald Byrd,
Y Pants,
This Heat,
Dead Boys,
Lakeside,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
The Selecter,
David Axelrod,
Barrington Levy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marine Girls,
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
Little Man,
Kenny Larkin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Pus,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.