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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Minutemen to the grunge 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hashim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Icehouse,
Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
ABBA,
Matthew Bourne,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Rakim,
Deepchord,
Unwound,
Hardrive,
Aaron Thompson,
the Slits,
Marc Almond,
The New Christs,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cowsills,
Agitation Free,
Fatback Band,
Tres Demented,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oneida,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rapeman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Motorama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Christie,
Mad Mike,
Wire,
The Leaves,
Charles Mingus,
Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faraquet,
The Velvet Underground,
The Happenings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.