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 Liechtenstein and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Pierre Henry to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cluster,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
Newcleus,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
The Remains,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Standells,
DJ Style,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül,
DNA,
The Invisible,
The Last Poets,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers,
Tom Boy,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erykah Badu,
MDC,
Loose Ends,
Bill Wells,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Girls At Our Best!,
PIL,
Davy DMX,
The Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Television,
Pussy Galore,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alice Coltrane,
Monolake,
AZ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.