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 Togo and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Angry Samoans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Associates,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
Piero Umiliani,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
The Walker Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
The Litter,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
Darondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
Grauzone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aswad,
David Axelrod,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swell Maps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monks,
June Days,
Soul II Soul,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxette,
FM Einheit,
the Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fall,
Royal Trux,
DJ Style,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pulsallama,
Spandau Ballet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Archie Shepp,
Sällskapet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Inner City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ossler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Procol Harum,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.