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 Panama and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 The Real Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Fugazi,
Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kayak,
the Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Anakelly,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
The Sound,
Josef K,
the Germs,
The Monochrome Set,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faust,
Cymande,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
PIL,
The United States of America,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Bananas,
Joe Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
The Leaves,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drexciya,
The Pretty Things,
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
Cecil Taylor,
Dual Sessions,
China Crisis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blossom Toes,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Detroit Cobras,
T. Rex,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.