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 Cameroon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Funkadelic to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Camberwell Now,
The Smoke,
Unwound,
Spoonie Gee,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young,
Pantaleimon,
Angry Samoans,
Mr. Review,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MDC,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry's Kids,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television,
Connie Case,
Alison Limerick,
Barbara Tucker,
Stockholm Monsters,
10cc,
Inner City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Bourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cowsills,
Charles Mingus,
Neu!,
The Cure,
Half Japanese,
The Durutti Column,
Blossom Toes,
The Neon Judgement,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mantronix,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skriet,
Bobby Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra,
Moss Icon,
Deadbeat,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grey Daturas,
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.