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 Comoros and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Sheep 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed,
Cameo,
The Blackbyrds,
The Kinks,
Loose Ends,
The Saints,
Deadbeat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Motorama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brick,
Ituana,
the Association,
Symarip,
The Velvet Underground,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wire,
Duran Duran,
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Ohio Players,
Scratch Acid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Litter,
Adolescents,
Colin Newman,
Letta Mbulu,
The Seeds,
PIL,
Faraquet,
This Heat,
Man Parrish,
Cluster,
Jandek,
Eden Ahbez,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Little Man,
Kurtis Blow,
Morten Harket,
Hot Snakes,
the Swans,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Sherman,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.