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 Greece and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Michelle Simonal to the grunge 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Henry Cow,
The Last Poets,
The Fugs,
Masters at Work,
Dave Gahan,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alton Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxette,
Sarah Menescal,
The Young Rascals,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smoke,
Rapeman,
The Buckinghams,
Underground Resistance,
The Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
Jeff Lynne,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
Magma,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Count Five,
Suburban Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Urselle,
Joy Division,
Theoretical Girls,
Moby Grape,
Pharoah Sanders,
Los Fastidios,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joey Negro,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.