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 Uganda and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Panda Bear to the electroclash 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Icehouse,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Pulsallama,
The Gories,
Metal Thangz,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
Ten City,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang of Four,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
Simply Red,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
Deakin,
cv313,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül,
X-102,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Malaria!,
UT,
Henry Cow,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Music Machine,
The Wake,
Guru Guru,
R.M.O.,
the Normal,
OOIOO,
Black Bananas,
Minor Threat,
Radio Birdman,
Graham Central Station,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Lynne,
World's Most,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.