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 France and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rock 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultimate Spinach,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pop Group,
Blossom Toes,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Halsall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Livin' Joy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agent Orange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Con Funk Shun,
Minor Threat,
The Tremeloes,
Oneida,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slits,
Pulsallama,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
The Invisible,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Whodini,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
The Grass Roots,
Thee Headcoats,
Rites of Spring,
Buzzcocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monks,
Swell Maps,
Ice-T,
Peter and Kerry,
Ituana,
Public Enemy,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Connie Case,
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.