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 Egypt and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Royal Trux to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thompson Twins,
Deadbeat,
The Toasters,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Subhumans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Technova,
New Age Steppers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The American Breed,
The Cramps,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Sarah Menescal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Essential Logic,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Banda Bassotti,
The Standells,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
8 Eyed Spy,
The J.B.'s,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick May,
T.S.O.L.,
Lakeside,
the Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Stiv Bators,
The Smiths,
John Foxx,
Byron Stingily,
R.M.O.,
Pierre Henry,
The Durutti Column,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Judy Mowatt,
The Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Fraelich,
Nik Kershaw,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
The Invisible,
Rod Modell,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.