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 Finland and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Erykah Badu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Q65,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
Alison Limerick,
Camberwell Now,
Glenn Branca,
The Dirtbombs,
Maurizio,
Liliput,
Technova,
Saccharine Trust,
Idris Muhammad,
cv313,
Livin' Joy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Newcleus,
Todd Rundgren,
Oblivians,
June of 44,
Scion,
The Invisible,
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin,
Morten Harket,
The Cowsills,
Laurel Aitken,
Barrington Levy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül II,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
Second Layer,
Lucky Dragons,
The Busters,
The Zeros,
The Smoke,
Juan Atkins,
The Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Radiohead,
Royal Trux,
The Gories,
In Retrospect,
Make Up,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kayak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
Circle Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.