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 Kiribati and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Brick to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Godley & Creme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pulsallama,
Lalann,
Fluxion,
Easy Going,
Maleditus Sound,
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring,
Scion,
the Human League,
Organ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crooked Eye,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rufus Thomas,
T.S.O.L.,
Thompson Twins,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Divine Comedy,
Trumans Water,
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Excepter,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
Hoover,
The Victims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Clear Light,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Archie Shepp,
Deakin,
Second Layer,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Althea and Donna,
H. Thieme,
Minor Threat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unwound,
Al Stewart,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.