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 Philippines and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crime to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
H. Thieme,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blackbyrds,
Fugazi,
the Bar-Kays,
Alice Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Unwound,
Vainqueur,
Khruangbin,
Crime,
Radio Birdman,
Joyce Sims,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
Young Marble Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
Babytalk,
Oblivians,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
Magazine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Lydon,
Yusef Lateef,
John Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blossom Toes,
Mars,
The Durutti Column,
Fatback Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pretty Things,
Second Layer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wire,
The Offenders,
Aural Exciters,
Harmonia,
Au Pairs,
Minutemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.