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 Bahrain and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rap 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
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,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Saints,
Adolescents,
Flipper,
the Human League,
Bluetip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masters at Work,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
Outsiders,
Kayak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Parry Music,
The Names,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Remains,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Kinks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Simply Red,
FM Einheit,
Reagan Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brick,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
Smog,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minnie Riperton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Franke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
Infiniti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.