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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Metal Thangz to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
Blossom Toes,
The Cramps,
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
Essential Logic,
Delta 5,
A Certain Ratio,
New Order,
Yusef Lateef,
Jawbox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-Ray Spex,
Marvin Gaye,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxy Music,
The Smoke,
X-102,
Derrick Morgan,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
Dennis Brown,
Loose Ends,
Scan 7,
Joy Division,
Kayak,
Newcleus,
Lyres,
OOIOO,
Y Pants,
Dark Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang of Four,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Parrish,
Mars,
Sugar Minott,
Deepchord,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
The Angels of Light,
Black Bananas,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.