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 Burundi and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deakin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moss Icon,
Young Marble Giants,
Yaz,
Section 25,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dead Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brass Construction,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Simply Red,
Ten City,
kango's stein massive,
Wings,
OOIOO,
MC5,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
The Move,
Sugar Minott,
The Toasters,
Lyres,
Danielle Patucci,
David McCallum,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
Aswad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
Radiohead,
New Order,
Faraquet,
The Cowsills,
Interpol,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Teasers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
Unwound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Freddie Wadling,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.