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 China and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Spandau Ballet to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall,
Eden Ahbez,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young,
Bobby Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
David McCallum,
Roger Hodgson,
China Crisis,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Moon,
The Sound,
Dead Boys,
Guru Guru,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rod Modell,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Bowie,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
The Trojans,
F. McDonald,
The Zeros,
Albert Ayler,
Minnie Riperton,
Heaven 17,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeru the Damaja,
Franke,
Sarah Menescal,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra,
Ultra Naté,
Nico,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Christie,
Brass Construction,
Siglo XX,
Simply Red,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
PIL,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rotary Connection,
T.S.O.L.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.