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 Grenada and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Lindisfarne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints,
Mars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aswad,
The Last Poets,
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
Inner City,
Wire,
Graham Central Station,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q and Not U,
Wasted Youth,
EPMD,
Deadbeat,
The Monochrome Set,
The Standells,
Bootsy Collins,
Neu!,
Alton Ellis,
Ultravox,
A Certain Ratio,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül II,
June Days,
Mission of Burma,
Fatback Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Leaves,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Hill,
Model 500,
The Smiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joy Division,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moleskins,
Banda Bassotti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
Buzzcocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
Severed Heads,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.