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 Argentina and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Symarip,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
June Days,
Unwound,
Avey Tare,
Stiv Bators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nils Olav,
Lightning Bolt,
Icehouse,
Eli Mardock,
Lungfish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bush Tetras,
John Cale,
Scrapy,
Bang On A Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sandy B,
Joe Finger,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
Rapeman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
Fat Boys,
K-Klass,
Fear,
The Offenders,
The Zeros,
AZ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scientists,
Todd Rundgren,
Alton Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kayak,
Newcleus,
Sparks,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalann,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
Smog,
X-102,
Interpol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kaleidoscope,
The Toasters,
Rod Modell,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.