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 Pakistan and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Inner City,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
John Cale,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
ABC,
Avey Tare,
Grey Daturas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sound,
Ultravox,
The Fugs,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Christie,
Blossom Toes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Evens,
Pierre Henry,
Sam Rivers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Green,
Procol Harum,
the Normal,
Kaleidoscope,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Franke,
Q and Not U,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonic Youth,
The Gap Band,
Yellowson,
Nirvana,
Fat Boys,
The Count Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Fugazi,
Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Wells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bluetip,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
UT,
Average White Band,
X-101,
The Motions,
Scrapy,
The Selecter,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.