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 Poland and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blancmange to the rock 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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pop Group,
D'Angelo,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Rotary Connection,
Section 25,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faraquet,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
The Gladiators,
Lightning Bolt,
Sam Rivers,
ABC,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
Prince Buster,
Ohio Players,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fuzztones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
The Kinks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Young Rascals,
Darondo,
Funky Four + One,
Public Enemy,
Gang Starr,
Grauzone,
Unwound,
Reuben Wilson,
The Associates,
Sonic Youth,
Minny Pops,
Babytalk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
The Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cecil Taylor,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.