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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sällskapet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Audionom,
Massinfluence,
Magma,
David Axelrod,
Anakelly,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Seeds,
The Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Franke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scrapy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
The American Breed,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Josef K,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Patti Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doors,
The Mummies,
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
In Retrospect,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
The Last Poets,
The Misunderstood,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unrelated Segments,
Danielle Patucci,
The Happenings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Inner City,
The Stooges,
This Heat,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.