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 Senegal and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric Dolphy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Womack,
Agitation Free,
Newcleus,
Make Up,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Pus,
Nirvana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Little Man,
Sixth Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rapeman,
Skaos,
Delta 5,
Sandy B,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans,
Monks,
Bluetip,
The Remains,
Radiohead,
The Black Dice,
June of 44,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultravox,
Colin Newman,
Barbara Tucker,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
Surgeon,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Hill,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
Thee Headcoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mission of Burma,
Simply Red,
Skarface,
Funky Four + One,
The Leaves,
Mr. Review,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television,
Sällskapet,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus,
Deakin,
The Five Americans,
Basic Channel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.