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 Korea South and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soul II Soul to the rock 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Terry Callier,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T.S.O.L.,
Kayak,
The Saints,
The Mummies,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Human League,
Fear,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
The Zeros,
David Axelrod,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lyres,
The Divine Comedy,
Monks,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sound,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
Liliput,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers,
Massinfluence,
John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Mission of Burma,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Negative Approach,
Michelle Simonal,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sonics,
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monolake,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
JFA,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
Cymande,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maurizio,
Funkadelic,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.