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 Uruguay and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Prince Buster,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drexciya,
The Litter,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Starr,
Clear Light,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
The Toasters,
Brick,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donald Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
Swell Maps,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harry Pussy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pole,
Radiohead,
Minutemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Blossom Toes,
Thee Headcoats,
Silicon Teens,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
Fugazi,
The Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
H. Thieme,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
Ludus,
Graham Central Station,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
The Motions,
Cameo,
Carl Craig,
Rosa Yemen,
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skaos,
Jacob Miller,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.