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 Seychelles 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grey Daturas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Bronski Beat,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
Howard Jones,
The Cure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Desert Stars,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
the Fania All-Stars,
Technova,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalann,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
The Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül II,
H. Thieme,
The J.B.'s,
Lakeside,
Mandrill,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agitation Free,
Pere Ubu,
Tubeway Army,
Barry Ungar,
Juan Atkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Bad Manners,
The Angels of Light,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
kango's stein massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eden Ahbez,
Mission of Burma,
Moby Grape,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
X-102,
The Doors,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Hood,
the Association,
The Busters,
Quantec,
10cc,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.