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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Juan Atkins to the grunge 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
The Flesh Eaters,
Desert Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Mills,
The Divine Comedy,
Moby Grape,
Danielle Patucci,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
Kerri Chandler,
The Red Krayola,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brass Construction,
Aloha Tigers,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
Buzzcocks,
The Techniques,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Surgeon,
Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Lynne,
Rod Modell,
The Standells,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stiv Bators,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
Organ,
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tommy Roe,
Stereo Dub,
Delta 5,
Toni Rubio,
Quando Quango,
Jeru the Damaja,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra,
Carl Craig,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.