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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Y Pants to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Grauzone,
Altered Images,
T.S.O.L.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott Heron,
Buzzcocks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dirtbombs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
The Remains,
The Techniques,
The Evens,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Babytalk,
Wasted Youth,
R.M.O.,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fluxion,
T. Rex,
Rod Modell,
EPMD,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minutemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Accadde A,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Visage,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
Delta 5,
Youth Brigade,
Kerrie Biddell,
MDC,
The Raincoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronan,
Quando Quango,
The Names,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxette,
F. McDonald,
Aswad,
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.