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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 Blossom Toes to the funk 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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
Maurizio,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
The Residents,
Henry Cow,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
the Germs,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronnie Foster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anakelly,
Newcleus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
Depeche Mode,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fugs,
Fugazi,
Rekid,
Lyres,
The Offenders,
Urselle,
LL Cool J,
Peter & Gordon,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers,
Japan,
Fela Kuti,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
D'Angelo,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unrelated Segments,
Jawbox,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Leaves,
Flipper,
Accadde A,
Arab on Radar,
Michelle Simonal,
The Stooges,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
Crash Course in Science,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.