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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Flag to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Bush Tetras,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Magma,
The Blues Magoos,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
The Martian,
Smog,
Scientists,
Cymande,
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
AZ,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fortunes,
The Wake,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48,
Ultra Naté,
Bang On A Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Angels of Light,
Accadde A,
Simply Red,
K-Klass,
David McCallum,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Eurythmics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doors,
Tom Boy,
Yaz,
Michelle Simonal,
Y Pants,
Colin Newman,
Wings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Godley & Creme,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
Siglo XX,
Flipper,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Moon,
New Age Steppers,
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.