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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Cheater Slicks to the disco 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Jawbox,
Rapeman,
Urselle,
The Standells,
Henry Cow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
Guru Guru,
Nas,
Mo-Dettes,
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
Pantytec,
Deakin,
Ultra Naté,
AZ,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
Marmalade,
The Happenings,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
Section 25,
Easy Going,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anakelly,
The Gladiators,
Todd Rundgren,
Mr. Review,
Slick Rick,
Radio Birdman,
Max Romeo,
The Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Sheep,
Barry Ungar,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül II,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sight & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Au Pairs,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül,
the Association,
The Gap Band,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade,
The Birthday Party,
The Young Rascals,
Cluster,
Public Enemy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick Morgan,
Crime,
Reagan Youth,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.