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 Burkina and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
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 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 Arcadia to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
DNA,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music,
Connie Case,
Camberwell Now,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
The Happenings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funkadelic,
Pierre Henry,
Hasil Adkins,
Fear,
Popol Vuh,
The Divine Comedy,
Warsaw,
Neu!,
The Detroit Cobras,
OOIOO,
Franke,
48th St. Collective,
Masters at Work,
Delta 5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter & Gordon,
Goldenarms,
Wire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
The Fugs,
Sugar Minott,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Green,
EPMD,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
The Cowsills,
New Order,
Ponytail,
Jerry's Kids,
Flash Fearless,
The Kinks,
Oneida,
The Gladiators,
Max Romeo,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.