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 India and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lebanon Hanover 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mission of Burma,
The Fugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terry Callier,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Standells,
Wasted Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lungfish,
T. Rex,
Das Ding,
Flash Fearless,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Animal Collective,
Pole,
Jawbox,
Public Enemy,
Rotary Connection,
Barbara Tucker,
The Count Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Suicide,
F. McDonald,
Blancmange,
The Raincoats,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
Supertramp,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bluetip,
The Young Rascals,
Carl Craig,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dark Day,
The Five Americans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
Delta 5,
Talk Talk,
Shoche,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne,
the Association,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stiv Bators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gladiators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.