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 Jordan 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Eden Ahbez to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cluster,
Black Bananas,
Bill Wells,
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Nas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mark Hollis,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Y Pants,
a-ha,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Fugazi,
Ultra Naté,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
Siglo XX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers,
Pantaleimon,
Section 25,
Nik Kershaw,
the Germs,
Susan Cadogan,
Make Up,
Gastr Del Sol,
Symarip,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls,
The Litter,
Wolf Eyes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
Duran Duran,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
Cecil Taylor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Audionom,
Jeff Lynne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.