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 Macedonia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aloha Tigers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Evens,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gladiators,
Gabor Szabo,
U.S. Maple,
Neu!,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey,
The Barracudas,
Oneida,
Anthony Braxton,
Tim Buckley,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delta 5,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronan,
Tears for Fears,
Zapp,
Laurel Aitken,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Hot Snakes,
Second Layer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boredoms,
Morten Harket,
The Black Dice,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swell Maps,
Newcleus,
China Crisis,
Robert Hood,
Harry Pussy,
The Searchers,
Suicide,
Barbara Tucker,
The Velvet Underground,
Reagan Youth,
Minor Threat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blake Baxter,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.