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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Derrick May to the rock 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Oblivians,
UT,
Lower 48,
K-Klass,
Dawn Penn,
Motorama,
Patti Smith,
The Searchers,
Faust,
DJ Sneak,
Man Eating Sloth,
F. McDonald,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
The Invisible,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
Dual Sessions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T. Rex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Offenders,
Newcleus,
Hoover,
The Dirtbombs,
A Certain Ratio,
Minutemen,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Mills,
The Residents,
Sixth Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Charles Mingus,
Accadde A,
Yellowson,
Tom Boy,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
The Stooges,
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Henry Cow,
Flash Fearless,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.