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 Egypt and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the funk 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
JFA,
MDC,
Oneida,
The Knickerbockers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Swans,
Henry Cow,
Glenn Branca,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Görl,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
The Cowsills,
Symarip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Count Five,
David Bowie,
Yaz,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer,
Bang On A Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonic Youth,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
John Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Icehouse,
Traffic Nightmare,
James White and The Blacks,
Marmalade,
Eurythmics,
the Bar-Kays,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
Goldenarms,
Interpol,
Moebius,
Janne Schatter,
The Kinks,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Flag,
Susan Cadogan,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Maleditus Sound,
The Real Kids,
Qualms,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.