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 Dominican Republic 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 F. McDonald to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Hot Snakes,
Camberwell Now,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Age Steppers,
Fluxion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wings,
Audionom,
Livin' Joy,
Glenn Branca,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
Joyce Sims,
Boredoms,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Public Enemy,
Cybotron,
Trumans Water,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
Arcadia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Zapp,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
Connie Case,
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
Whodini,
Aural Exciters,
Minnie Riperton,
UT,
Ken Boothe,
The Standells,
Aloha Tigers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül II,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nik Kershaw,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.