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 Kazakhstan and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Hill to the techno 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Pole,
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liliput,
Derrick May,
Sound Behaviour,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Offenders,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slackers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
Ludus,
Scrapy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aswad,
Easy Going,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sixth Finger,
Anakelly,
Reagan Youth,
Fatback Band,
The Mummies,
Mandrill,
E-Dancer,
The Durutti Column,
Sister Nancy,
the Soft Cell,
Monolake,
The Fuzztones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep,
Glenn Branca,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
Pussy Galore,
Sun City Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scientists,
The Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland,
Kurtis Blow,
Deakin,
The Tremeloes,
Davy DMX,
Zero Boys,
Y Pants,
The Skatalites,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cowsills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.