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 East Timor and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Lakeside to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Misunderstood,
World's Most,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
Hot Snakes,
The Happenings,
the Germs,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
New York Dolls,
PIL,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
Crime,
Young Marble Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
Oblivians,
The Monochrome Set,
Outsiders,
Alton Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Chris & Cosey,
Tim Buckley,
Prince Buster,
Symarip,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erykah Badu,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unwound,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
Archie Shepp,
Lucky Dragons,
Depeche Mode,
Roger Hodgson,
Donald Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Siglo XX,
Hasil Adkins,
Faraquet,
Eddi Front,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec,
The Vogues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.