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 Poland and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Outsiders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L.,
Ornette Coleman,
Barbara Tucker,
Accadde A,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stetsasonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker,
Sam Rivers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
Shuggie Otis,
X-102,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
The Raincoats,
Duran Duran,
Josef K,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spoonie Gee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Janne Schatter,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cowsills,
The Saints,
Steve Hackett,
The Sonics,
Pagans,
Black Pus,
Soft Machine,
Simply Red,
Make Up,
Moss Icon,
Ronan,
The Invisible,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Mad Mike,
Alphaville,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Hill,
Bang On A Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy Collins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.