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 Nicaragua and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Ultra Naté to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Banda Bassotti,
Angry Samoans,
Second Layer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
Groovy Waters,
Jacob Miller,
Cymande,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
Rites of Spring,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
Loose Ends,
Crooked Eye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris & Cosey,
The Wake,
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Green,
The Skatalites,
Lyres,
Carl Craig,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Archie Shepp,
Dual Sessions,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pere Ubu,
Quantec,
Eddi Front,
Smog,
the Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hoover,
The Victims,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.