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 Macedonia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Royal Trux to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Qualms,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Alphaville,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Buzzcocks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Last Poets,
Blossom Toes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Bananas,
Warren Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Sarah Menescal,
Ohio Players,
Ten City,
Idris Muhammad,
The Invisible,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
Fatback Band,
Quadrant,
Altered Images,
The Trojans,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiohead,
Heaven 17,
Soft Machine,
The Vogues,
Hoover,
Cybotron,
kango's stein massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Scrapy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Nico,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Style,
Pharoah Sanders,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
The Velvet Underground,
Alison Limerick,
Magma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.