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 Estonia and from New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Hoover to the dance 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Thee Headcoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gichy Dan,
The Walker Brothers,
the Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
ABBA,
The Moleskins,
Roxy Music,
The Associates,
The Kinks,
The Sonics,
Franke,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
Sandy B,
Camberwell Now,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slits,
Brick,
The Index,
Roy Ayers,
Monks,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Pus,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
Quadrant,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
The Wake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
Brass Construction,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funky Four + One,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smiths,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Scrapy,
Mandrill,
Can,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
The Buckinghams,
Camouflage,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.