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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 JFA to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
One Last Wish,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
Colin Newman,
FM Einheit,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
Camberwell Now,
U.S. Maple,
Quantec,
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
Yellowson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang of Four,
Eddi Front,
Bush Tetras,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
The Move,
MC5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bob Dylan,
Roger Hodgson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Terry,
The Gap Band,
Basic Channel,
The Selecter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
The Offenders,
Minnie Riperton,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Circle Jerks,
The Smoke,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.