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 Guyana and from London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
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 güiro 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 Sällskapet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Inner City,
Derrick Morgan,
Dark Day,
John Coltrane,
X-101,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
Mo-Dettes,
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
Reuben Wilson,
Rod Modell,
Michelle Simonal,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
Scrapy,
Kool Moe Dee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bush Tetras,
Interpol,
The Real Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crime,
Pere Ubu,
The Young Rascals,
Rekid,
Eric Dolphy,
The United States of America,
Index,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stiv Bators,
The Red Krayola,
Ronnie Foster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cluster,
In Retrospect,
Babytalk,
Sex Pistols,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flipper,
Sixth Finger,
Mr. Review,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
the Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson,
LL Cool J,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.