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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Jawbox to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Symarip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brass Construction,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sister Nancy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erykah Badu,
AZ,
The Skatalites,
Accadde A,
the Association,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Royal Trux,
Nirvana,
Wasted Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
World's Most,
Ornette Coleman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
Tim Buckley,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
The Music Machine,
The Selecter,
Glenn Branca,
Babytalk,
Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Fugazi,
The Leaves,
China Crisis,
The Pop Group,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül,
Camouflage,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Smooth,
Quantec,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Pagans,
Kas Product,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.