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 Botswana and from New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Oneida,
Kas Product,
The Tremeloes,
The Residents,
Moss Icon,
Lou Christie,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
Silicon Teens,
Lower 48,
The Martian,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Seeds,
Brass Construction,
the Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Jandek,
Pylon,
Animal Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pere Ubu,
Laurel Aitken,
Mo-Dettes,
The Victims,
Scientists,
Magazine,
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
The Remains,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brand Nubian,
Bob Dylan,
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
June Days,
The Stooges,
Danielle Patucci,
a-ha,
Pantaleimon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt,
Babytalk,
Motorama,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Carl Craig,
Kurtis Blow,
Banda Bassotti,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
Pussy Galore,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.