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 Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warren Ellis to the jazz 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Archie Shepp,
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MDC,
UT,
Gong,
Black Moon,
Sun City Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Adolescents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Germs,
David Bowie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Model 500,
Scratch Acid,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
The Gun Club,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tubeway Army,
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls,
Wolf Eyes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mojo Men,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cramps,
Ludus,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
John Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
The Grass Roots,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
The American Breed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moleskins,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.