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 Nicaragua and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
Oneida,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Leaves,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Near,
Section 25,
June of 44,
Archie Shepp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
B.T. Express,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fugs,
Funkadelic,
UT,
The Tremeloes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Terry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Absolute Body Control,
New Age Steppers,
the Germs,
Delta 5,
Boz Scaggs,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pretty Things,
Scrapy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
June Days,
Nik Kershaw,
The Kinks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The J.B.'s,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cheater Slicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers,
Y Pants,
China Crisis,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.