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 Hungary and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Symarip to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Fuzztones,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Black Dice,
Desert Stars,
Scan 7,
Bush Tetras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
PIL,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rekid,
Absolute Body Control,
Brass Construction,
Cameo,
Make Up,
Junior Murvin,
the Normal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABC,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
Deadbeat,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Association,
Morten Harket,
Joe Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Loose Ends,
Duran Duran,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kurtis Blow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxy Music,
The Leaves,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Buckinghams,
Zapp,
Ossler,
Amon Düül,
Joy Division,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.