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 Korea South 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Sun Ra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Fad Gadget,
The Velvet Underground,
The Vogues,
Tom Boy,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum,
Arthur Verocai,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-102,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
Blake Baxter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
Slick Rick,
Reuben Wilson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Schoolly D,
The Last Poets,
Moby Grape,
X-101,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Zeros,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
Alton Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
Roxette,
Sound Behaviour,
Lightning Bolt,
Echospace,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.