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 Argentina and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Christie to the electroclash 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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
Little Man,
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magazine,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Porter Ricks,
Yellowson,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
The Fuzztones,
The Pretty Things,
Thee Headcoats,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
Nas,
Nick Fraelich,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Flipper,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
K-Klass,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
DNA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arthur Verocai,
Cheater Slicks,
Niagra,
Arcadia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
Dorothy Ashby,
Trumans Water,
Q65,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Misunderstood,
Bang On A Can,
The Residents,
Y Pants,
Half Japanese,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smiths,
X-102,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.