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 Jordan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Althea and Donna,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy,
Yazoo,
Crispian St. Peters,
kango's stein massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Tremeloes,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Trumans Water,
ABBA,
Quadrant,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget,
Fugazi,
Nik Kershaw,
Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Standells,
Graham Central Station,
The Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Holt,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Wyatt,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
Aswad,
Skaos,
Crooked Eye,
Suicide,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris Corsano,
The New Christs,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young,
Main Source,
Max Romeo,
The Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman,
Reagan Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Inner City,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.