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 Libya and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the punk 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Ituana,
The Gories,
Subhumans,
Jeff Mills,
The Fuzztones,
Pole,
Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Byrd,
X-102,
Mantronix,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
LL Cool J,
Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Arcadia,
The Cowsills,
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arab on Radar,
The Fortunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultravox,
Harmonia,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T. Rex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pere Ubu,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang of Four,
Yaz,
The Index,
Eurythmics,
Depeche Mode,
June Days,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Animal Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.