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 Hungary and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joyce Sims to the disco 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
Fatback Band,
Reagan Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang of Four,
Maurizio,
Adolescents,
Gang Gang Dance,
David McCallum,
Fluxion,
Tommy Roe,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick May,
the Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
X-101,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül II,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blossom Toes,
Pagans,
The Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
Ossler,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
Grey Daturas,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Invisible,
Bobby Hutcherson,
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Model 500,
The Cure,
Sight & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Youth Brigade,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
Surgeon,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Finger,
Clear Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blues Magoos,
Pulsallama,
Glenn Branca,
Motorama,
Wasted Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.