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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Yaz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Osbourne,
UT,
Eden Ahbez,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
Oblivians,
Sugar Minott,
Alice Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Animal Collective,
The Mummies,
Silicon Teens,
Blossom Toes,
New York Dolls,
MDC,
Slick Rick,
Alphaville,
Mad Mike,
Ituana,
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls,
The Fugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liliput,
The J.B.'s,
Camberwell Now,
Newcleus,
Althea and Donna,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
Black Pus,
L. Decosne,
Ice-T,
Michelle Simonal,
Can,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare,
Jawbox,
Outsiders,
Los Fastidios,
One Last Wish,
OOIOO,
Bad Manners,
The Standells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Inner City,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Gastr Del Sol,
Youth Brigade,
Ken Boothe,
Alison Limerick,
The Offenders,
Harry Pussy,
E-Dancer,
Aloha Tigers,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.