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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Glambeats Corp. to the dance 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
La Düsseldorf,
Amazonics,
Sight & Sound,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aswad,
Vainqueur,
The Vogues,
Sex Pistols,
Black Flag,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon,
FM Einheit,
a-ha,
Qualms,
Sarah Menescal,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes,
Flash Fearless,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
Sällskapet,
Essential Logic,
The Birthday Party,
Panda Bear,
Warren Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Max Romeo,
Intrusion,
KRS-One,
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
Negative Approach,
Skriet,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
Echospace,
Technova,
Outsiders,
Yaz,
Dark Day,
The Blackbyrds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pagans,
The Durutti Column,
Lower 48,
Gang of Four,
Faraquet,
The Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Theoretical Girls,
K-Klass,
Rakim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.