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 Jordan and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Unwound to the dance 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
CMW,
The Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
B.T. Express,
Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Sällskapet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul Sonic Force,
Little Man,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deakin,
The Trojans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Simply Red,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
Audionom,
Pagans,
Idris Muhammad,
Brothers Johnson,
Leonard Cohen,
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
Pylon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moby Grape,
Magma,
The Busters,
Warren Ellis,
Scion,
Ronan,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Invisible,
Zapp,
Kurtis Blow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mark Hollis,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.