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 Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erasure to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quadrant,
Simply Red,
Iggy Pop,
Byron Stingily,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxy Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Marmalade,
The Offenders,
The Motions,
Nick Fraelich,
Yaz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Funkadelic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fugazi,
The Star Department,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel,
Eli Mardock,
Ludus,
Stetsasonic,
Cheater Slicks,
The Last Poets,
Wasted Youth,
Yellowson,
Moss Icon,
Rekid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
Amazonics,
La Düsseldorf,
The Shadows of Knight,
Half Japanese,
Second Layer,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Josef K,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
Oneida,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.