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 Mozambique and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Juan Atkins to the crunk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players,
Bill Near,
H. Thieme,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
a-ha,
The Last Poets,
Barry Ungar,
Kayak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zapp,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Copeland,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
Quando Quango,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q65,
Wings,
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
Arthur Verocai,
Don Cherry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joensuu 1685,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
The Buckinghams,
Scan 7,
Robert Wyatt,
Angry Samoans,
The Gap Band,
The Names,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grey Daturas,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Zeros,
Can,
The Red Krayola,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann,
Kas Product,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.