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 New Zealand and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Knickerbockers to the punk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
T. Rex,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Quando Quango,
Surgeon,
Loose Ends,
Underground Resistance,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minnie Riperton,
Television,
Pere Ubu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Byron Stingily,
The Pretty Things,
Hashim,
The Moleskins,
Susan Cadogan,
Cluster,
These Immortal Souls,
Scratch Acid,
Theoretical Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
Boredoms,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Enemy,
Neu!,
Bill Near,
Icehouse,
The Leaves,
Prince Buster,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
Soft Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ohio Players,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.