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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
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 rhodes 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 Oneida to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators,
Slick Rick,
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme,
Crispy Ambulance,
MDC,
U.S. Maple,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
Fluxion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
La Düsseldorf,
Fifty Foot Hose,
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Skaos,
Royal Trux,
Soulsonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Subhumans,
the Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alice Coltrane,
New Order,
Boredoms,
The Count Five,
Pierre Henry,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Germs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mandrill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
Clear Light,
Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
The New Christs,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
X-Ray Spex,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.