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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultra Naté to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pylon,
Interpol,
Public Enemy,
Lungfish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fugazi,
AZ,
B.T. Express,
Michelle Simonal,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Flesh Eaters,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
The Residents,
The Gap Band,
Hashim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Scrapy,
The Mummies,
Judy Mowatt,
The Kinks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flipper,
Godley & Creme,
Kas Product,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Technova,
The J.B.'s,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Last Poets,
the Normal,
Bob Dylan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moody Blues,
Pierre Henry,
Lalann,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gichy Dan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spandau Ballet,
Unwound,
Funky Four + One,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Outsiders,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.