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 Vanuatu and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Amazonics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
the Swans,
Subhumans,
Bobby Byrd,
Lyres,
Bush Tetras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deadbeat,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
Sällskapet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Leonard Cohen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Max Romeo,
Black Moon,
The Trojans,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Los Fastidios,
Dark Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Pus,
Mission of Burma,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blues Magoos,
LL Cool J,
Stiv Bators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cure,
Excepter,
Glenn Branca,
Q65,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
Yaz,
Guru Guru,
The Happenings,
Porter Ricks,
The Five Americans,
Wings,
The Invisible,
the Human League,
Harmonia,
Danielle Patucci,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.