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 Philippines and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 X-101 to the techno 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Trumans Water,
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
Quadrant,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Brand Nubian,
Suicide,
Sonic Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
48th St. Collective,
The Offenders,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alton Ellis,
Monolake,
The Doors,
Gichy Dan,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fuzztones,
Terry Callier,
Connie Case,
Fear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Holt,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
Moby Grape,
Underground Resistance,
Isaac Hayes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Sherman,
Nirvana,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
Clear Light,
Das Ding,
Youth Brigade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cluster,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.