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 Mongolia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Gastr Del Sol to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
Blancmange,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra,
Lalann,
Radiohead,
X-101,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arcadia,
Cymande,
Spandau Ballet,
48th St. Collective,
Gang of Four,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yazoo,
Sexual Harrassment,
10cc,
Oblivians,
The Selecter,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell,
The Young Rascals,
Sparks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
The Toasters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick Morgan,
Audionom,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Khruangbin,
Infiniti,
The Gories,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Saints,
Vladislav Delay,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
Au Pairs,
Funkadelic,
Brothers Johnson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Guru Guru,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.