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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Todd Rundgren to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
the Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Swans,
The Martian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
Section 25,
Soft Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Laurel Aitken,
Circle Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mummies,
E-Dancer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
the Normal,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Holt,
Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
Procol Harum,
Metal Thangz,
Ultra Naté,
Pulsallama,
Cecil Taylor,
Y Pants,
Althea and Donna,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
10cc,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
Depeche Mode,
The Pretty Things,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Searchers,
Youth Brigade,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Lou Christie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux,
The Kinks,
Fear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.