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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
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 Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Vogues,
cv313,
Idris Muhammad,
Warsaw,
Nik Kershaw,
The Standells,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
48th St. Collective,
June Days,
Bill Wells,
MDC,
Matthew Bourne,
Royal Trux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quando Quango,
Archie Shepp,
The Slackers,
Urselle,
Infiniti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harry Pussy,
Minutemen,
John Cale,
Sparks,
David Bowie,
Wire,
Maleditus Sound,
The United States of America,
Q65,
Public Image Ltd.,
Technova,
The Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smiths,
Massinfluence,
The Moleskins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Sneak,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
Japan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erykah Badu,
The Motions,
Inner City,
Desert Stars,
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler,
Pierre Henry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
Marine Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.