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 Taiwan and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Adolescents to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Schoolly D,
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
Urselle,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
Bootsy Collins,
Tim Buckley,
Sugar Minott,
Tom Boy,
Barrington Levy,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
Niagra,
Q65,
Sixth Finger,
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs,
Tubeway Army,
Sex Pistols,
Cluster,
Oblivians,
Black Pus,
Cecil Taylor,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Move,
The Tremeloes,
Camouflage,
The Victims,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
June of 44,
X-102,
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Human League,
The Smoke,
Robert Wyatt,
Accadde A,
Pantaleimon,
Dawn Penn,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
Mad Mike,
ABC,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
Ultra Naté,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.