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 Montenegro and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unrelated Segments,
Piero Umiliani,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
Pantaleimon,
The Stooges,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
Scientists,
Neu!,
Byron Stingily,
Shoche,
Alice Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donald Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Easy Going,
the Germs,
The Cowsills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Starr,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
Moebius,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
Whodini,
Mandrill,
Pere Ubu,
Ludus,
B.T. Express,
Masters at Work,
Lindisfarne,
The Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Jawbox,
Desert Stars,
The Trojans,
Gong,
Popol Vuh,
The Martian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Cybotron,
K-Klass,
Saccharine Trust,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed,
MDC,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.