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 Angola and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Theoretical Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
Skarface,
Sällskapet,
These Immortal Souls,
Marmalade,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thompson Twins,
Tears for Fears,
Neu!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blancmange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
John Holt,
Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Procol Harum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Patti Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
One Last Wish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Wake,
Derrick Morgan,
Jandek,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
Tres Demented,
Television,
The Dirtbombs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liliput,
Suburban Knight,
Kas Product,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Popol Vuh,
The Pretty Things,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.