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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
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 harpsichord 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 The Slackers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Almond,
The Raincoats,
Dave Gahan,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
The Move,
The Trojans,
The Stooges,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Colin Newman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Hoover,
Hardrive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Alarm Clocks,
Average White Band,
Bauhaus,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cowsills,
Simply Red,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
The Black Dice,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Evens,
Visage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub,
Radiohead,
Fad Gadget,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skaos,
the Germs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
Warren Ellis,
The Index,
Duran Duran,
Stetsasonic,
The Wake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Real Kids,
Cymande,
Outsiders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.