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 Syria and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Country Teasers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
the Slits,
KRS-One,
Ohio Players,
T.S.O.L.,
Inner City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visage,
The Tremeloes,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
The Slits,
Anakelly,
Jeff Mills,
Idris Muhammad,
Colin Newman,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed,
Hot Snakes,
Brass Construction,
In Retrospect,
Robert Hood,
L. Decosne,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Rundgren,
Q65,
Mission of Burma,
The Happenings,
Eli Mardock,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Starr,
Ronan,
Bang On A Can,
Skriet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Von Mondo,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Charles Mingus,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
Faraquet,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
Flipper,
The Pretty Things,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roger Hodgson,
Cheater Slicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.