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 Nauru and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stereo Dub to the rock 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Severed Heads,
Black Pus,
Kaleidoscope,
Crooked Eye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kayak,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlback,
KRS-One,
Kerri Chandler,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
Cheater Slicks,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television Personalities,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Underground Resistance,
X-101,
Symarip,
Lee Hazlewood,
David McCallum,
Second Layer,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now,
the Association,
The Modern Lovers,
Easy Going,
Rekid,
T. Rex,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sight & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Negative Approach,
Clear Light,
Barry Ungar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dennis Brown,
Cecil Taylor,
Aswad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hot Snakes,
Stetsasonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Suburban Knight,
The Last Poets,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Green,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.