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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Bar-Kays to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Fraelich,
These Immortal Souls,
China Crisis,
Yaz,
Kayak,
Country Teasers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Busters,
The Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gun Club,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Skriet,
Andrew Hill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oblivians,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Junior Murvin,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Parry Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
Davy DMX,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Clarke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hardrive,
Boz Scaggs,
Brothers Johnson,
Accadde A,
LL Cool J,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harmonia,
Soulsonic Force,
Delta 5,
Radio Birdman,
Banda Bassotti,
the Normal,
The Smoke,
Eddi Front,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nirvana,
Don Cherry,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.