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 Niger and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Unrelated Segments to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fuzztones,
a-ha,
Y Pants,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-102,
Slick Rick,
The Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flipper,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cluster,
Country Teasers,
DNA,
Camouflage,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
Chrome,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson,
H. Thieme,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fire Engines,
Japan,
Arab on Radar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dead C,
Mars,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Slits,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
Siglo XX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donald Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Dolphy,
Wolf Eyes,
Moebius,
Cameo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harmonia,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.