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 France and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Residents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Minutemen,
Sister Nancy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Procol Harum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter & Gordon,
Rekid,
Neil Young,
Barrington Levy,
Rotary Connection,
The Moody Blues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Simply Red,
Lakeside,
Todd Terry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joey Negro,
The Real Kids,
D'Angelo,
Steve Hackett,
Tres Demented,
Malaria!,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slave,
Bobby Byrd,
Subhumans,
The Dirtbombs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Silicon Teens,
Judy Mowatt,
The Stooges,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Görl,
The Pop Group,
The Motions,
Sex Pistols,
Theoretical Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
Gong,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.