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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Junior Murvin,
Quadrant,
Average White Band,
OOIOO,
Stiv Bators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Adolescents,
Young Marble Giants,
Guru Guru,
JFA,
Dead Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Star Department,
Desert Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
Donald Byrd,
Index,
Inner City,
Roxette,
Andrew Hill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
Toni Rubio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mo-Dettes,
Fugazi,
Black Sheep,
EPMD,
Jacob Miller,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harry Pussy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New York Dolls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Second Layer,
The Red Krayola,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Bowie,
PIL,
The Black Dice,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dirtbombs,
Laurel Aitken,
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.