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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grunge 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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Half Japanese,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Image Ltd.,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxy Music,
Gang Starr,
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
The Selecter,
Jacob Miller,
The Knickerbockers,
Swans,
Babytalk,
Warsaw,
Deadbeat,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Hill,
Ludus,
Nils Olav,
JFA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Terry,
Eve St. Jones,
Newcleus,
Dawn Penn,
MDC,
Ronan,
Lucky Dragons,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minny Pops,
Quadrant,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
Swell Maps,
Boredoms,
The Victims,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Rosa Yemen,
Tom Boy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mad Mike,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Negative Approach,
The Moleskins,
Josef K,
Scion,
Darondo,
Charles Mingus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.