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 Belgium and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Aaron Thompson to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
Pussy Galore,
Lightning Bolt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Real Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
UT,
The Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Gabor Szabo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rites of Spring,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ohio Players,
Max Romeo,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
Bad Manners,
X-101,
The Toasters,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Görl,
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
Kayak,
DNA,
The Stooges,
Bill Near,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
The Trojans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABBA,
Lindisfarne,
Brass Construction,
The Skatalites,
The Tremeloes,
Dark Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Rod Modell,
X-102,
The Durutti Column,
Negative Approach,
F. McDonald,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.