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 Sierra Leone and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zapp to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Schoolly D,
Sight & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sixth Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slits,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
Joy Division,
The Victims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Association,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Remains,
Quando Quango,
The Music Machine,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
The United States of America,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
The Raincoats,
Faust,
Dennis Brown,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker,
The Star Department,
The Residents,
Minnie Riperton,
Sam Rivers,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
Lalann,
Whodini,
Grey Daturas,
Grauzone,
JFA,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
Alison Limerick,
Cheater Slicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camberwell Now,
The Fugs,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.