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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yaz,
The Mojo Men,
Average White Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Sparks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
China Crisis,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca,
Chrome,
The Smiths,
Eli Mardock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
Ronan,
Hot Snakes,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
Schoolly D,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
Derrick May,
Arcadia,
Q65,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Toasters,
The Smoke,
Scion,
Funky Four + One,
Nirvana,
Lungfish,
Lindisfarne,
Cluster,
The Motions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish,
Minutemen,
Fatback Band,
Anakelly,
Deakin,
T.S.O.L.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Order,
Skarface,
Sight & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
Unwound,
Talk Talk,
The Leaves,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Terry,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.