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 Mongolia and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Guru Guru,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
Heaven 17,
the Germs,
Khruangbin,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter & Gordon,
Josef K,
Qualms,
Livin' Joy,
The Dead C,
Bobby Womack,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yazoo,
KRS-One,
Pere Ubu,
Simply Red,
Rotary Connection,
Junior Murvin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cameo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
Ituana,
D'Angelo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Machine,
The Mummies,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Beau Brummels,
Susan Cadogan,
Zero Boys,
Y Pants,
Theoretical Girls,
Von Mondo,
Harmonia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fatback Band,
Amazonics,
Funkadelic,
Scientists,
Dennis Brown,
Procol Harum,
The Doobie Brothers,
MDC,
The Moody Blues,
Tommy Roe,
Visage,
The Count Five,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.