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 Peru and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Suicide to the electroclash 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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Traffic Nightmare,
World's Most,
Essential Logic,
Franke,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
Marine Girls,
The Invisible,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jawbox,
B.T. Express,
Erasure,
Los Fastidios,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Axelrod,
Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Hashim,
Godley & Creme,
Scan 7,
Blake Baxter,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
Magma,
Rod Modell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Wells,
Loose Ends,
Jerry's Kids,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sandy B,
Marc Almond,
Pussy Galore,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Trojans,
The Buckinghams,
Fear,
Crash Course in Science,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nirvana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monks,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.