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 Italy and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Slackers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Eli Mardock,
Warsaw,
DJ Style,
Reagan Youth,
Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Bush Tetras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Y Pants,
Gang Starr,
Shuggie Otis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sound,
Scrapy,
Terry Callier,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash,
KRS-One,
Camberwell Now,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Prince Buster,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
Panda Bear,
Aaron Thompson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Technova,
CMW,
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joyce Sims,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
Minny Pops,
Jawbox,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blues Magoos,
Subhumans,
Vladislav Delay,
Fad Gadget,
The Saints,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.