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 Bhutan 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slackers,
Franke,
Rotary Connection,
The Fugs,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Al Stewart,
Gang Green,
Arthur Verocai,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet,
Hoover,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
The Associates,
CMW,
Second Layer,
Inner City,
Terry Callier,
Qualms,
Ornette Coleman,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Hill,
Livin' Joy,
Basic Channel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
Circle Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
The Dead C,
Maurizio,
Brick,
Agent Orange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Patti Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brothers Johnson,
Drexciya,
Fear,
B.T. Express,
H. Thieme,
The Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
a-ha,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.