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 Cuba and from London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the punk 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Hill,
Symarip,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Excepter,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
Marcia Griffiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Foxx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Real Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rod Modell,
Monolake,
Arcadia,
Stetsasonic,
Fluxion,
Black Bananas,
Country Teasers,
Icehouse,
Erykah Badu,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Womack,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
Cheater Slicks,
Althea and Donna,
Hasil Adkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Finger,
Minutemen,
Qualms,
Bronski Beat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zapp,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.