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 Estonia and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Guru Guru to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
Peter and Kerry,
KRS-One,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare,
Isaac Hayes,
Al Stewart,
Buzzcocks,
Swell Maps,
Ken Boothe,
The Vogues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Blake Baxter,
Magma,
Y Pants,
Liliput,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
Qualms,
Yaz,
Depeche Mode,
Dark Day,
Scientists,
Rotary Connection,
Aswad,
the Association,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Adolescents,
John Holt,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Section 25,
the Normal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Clarke,
Crash Course in Science,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Bourne,
Alphaville,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Urselle,
Lakeside,
The Five Americans,
Quantec,
The Evens,
These Immortal Souls,
Procol Harum,
Niagra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.