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 Ivory Coast and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Skarface to the funk 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Moss Icon,
Saccharine Trust,
Gong,
Excepter,
X-101,
Duran Duran,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Average White Band,
Yazoo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
Essential Logic,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
Oblivians,
The Slackers,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amazonics,
The Residents,
Japan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grauzone,
Basic Channel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smoke,
Prince Buster,
Flash Fearless,
Jawbox,
Soft Machine,
Stetsasonic,
The Barracudas,
The United States of America,
Vainqueur,
The Associates,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pole,
The Grass Roots,
Bauhaus,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.