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 Suriname and from Halifax.
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 Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 John Holt to the funk 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Womack,
Severed Heads,
Roxy Music,
Surgeon,
The Golliwogs,
Drexciya,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Gong,
ABC,
Darondo,
the Germs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nico,
Los Fastidios,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
The Fugs,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Skriet,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mars,
The Happenings,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eurythmics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Archie Shepp,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiohead,
Eric Dolphy,
Althea and Donna,
The Saints,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
World's Most,
Circle Jerks,
the Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Easy Going,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tres Demented,
Buzzcocks,
In Retrospect,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dual Sessions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rotary Connection,
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.