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 Syria and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Todd Terry to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Howard Jones,
The Vogues,
Peter & Gordon,
Graham Central Station,
Silicon Teens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru,
The Associates,
Scan 7,
Fugazi,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Wells,
Mo-Dettes,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick May,
Motorama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Divine Comedy,
Ponytail,
The Moody Blues,
Q and Not U,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Swans,
Max Romeo,
Mandrill,
John Lydon,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camouflage,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
F. McDonald,
Loose Ends,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiohead,
Skriet,
Hot Snakes,
Half Japanese,
Ralphi Rosario,
Girls At Our Best!,
cv313,
Connie Case,
PIL,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grauzone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish,
Archie Shepp,
Technova,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.