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 United States and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eve St. Jones to the grunge 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Green,
Lungfish,
Bob Dylan,
Jacques Brel,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alison Limerick,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Vogues,
Kurtis Blow,
Kas Product,
Connie Case,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quantec,
Lou Reed,
Derrick May,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül,
Leonard Cohen,
Charles Mingus,
Davy DMX,
Country Teasers,
Livin' Joy,
Dark Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
The Smiths,
The Sound,
Nas,
The Move,
Scion,
Swell Maps,
John Holt,
Cybotron,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
Bad Manners,
Dual Sessions,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Style,
Franke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Make Up,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker,
Black Bananas,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.