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 Namibia and from Milan.
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 Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brothers Johnson to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Sound,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
R.M.O.,
Television,
The Dead C,
DNA,
the Association,
Yazoo,
Crash Course in Science,
Wasted Youth,
10cc,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
The Victims,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skaos,
Ice-T,
Hasil Adkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
The Cowsills,
Fat Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
Quantec,
Chris Corsano,
Arthur Verocai,
CMW,
Adolescents,
Sällskapet,
Dennis Brown,
Pere Ubu,
Unwound,
Moby Grape,
Qualms,
B.T. Express,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boz Scaggs,
The Buckinghams,
Warren Ellis,
Tom Boy,
The Sonics,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.