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 Norway and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Supertramp to the grime 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Scratch Acid,
Desert Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Flipper,
The Smiths,
Spoonie Gee,
T. Rex,
Ponytail,
Bob Dylan,
Inner City,
a-ha,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hardrive,
Hashim,
Crash Course in Science,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
AZ,
DNA,
Moss Icon,
Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
James White and The Blacks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens,
Youth Brigade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Litter,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
Eric Dolphy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Accadde A,
Kerri Chandler,
Outsiders,
Sugar Minott,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
The Trojans,
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
The Pop Group,
John Lydon,
Oneida,
The Searchers,
Agent Orange,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thompson Twins,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.