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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
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 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 Darondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
Janne Schatter,
Average White Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moleskins,
Alice Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
June of 44,
L. Decosne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Frankie Knuckles,
DNA,
Barrington Levy,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
Q65,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
Public Enemy,
The Human League,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kayak,
Icehouse,
Kas Product,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
the Bar-Kays,
Whodini,
Soft Machine,
The American Breed,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Wyatt,
Al Stewart,
Ice-T,
The Misunderstood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young,
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
The Residents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crime,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare,
The Invisible,
U.S. Maple,
Ten City,
John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.