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 Namibia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
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 organ 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 Minny Pops to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Idris Muhammad,
The Motions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Interpol,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
Y Pants,
The Beau Brummels,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neu!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minor Threat,
The Searchers,
X-102,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
FM Einheit,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Halsall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultravox,
Sonny Sharrock,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions,
L. Decosne,
Bush Tetras,
Swell Maps,
Minnie Riperton,
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
The Trojans,
Oneida,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
Brand Nubian,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
Kaleidoscope,
Depeche Mode,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Icehouse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.