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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Royal Trux to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Bar-Kays,
Monks,
Rapeman,
Adolescents,
Malaria!,
T. Rex,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moby Grape,
The Slits,
Stereo Dub,
The Black Dice,
Pantytec,
John Holt,
The Cure,
Avey Tare,
Black Moon,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry's Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grey Daturas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Order,
Idris Muhammad,
The Toasters,
Howard Jones,
Dark Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
The Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Clear Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Circle Jerks,
Nico,
Archie Shepp,
Godley & Creme,
Stetsasonic,
Man Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
Half Japanese,
Mars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blossom Toes,
Outsiders,
Junior Murvin,
The Red Krayola,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.