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 Croatia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Tears for Fears to the dance 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
The Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Pulsallama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Smooth,
Lakeside,
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heaven 17,
Minor Threat,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Holt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minny Pops,
Sarah Menescal,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
Drexciya,
Basic Channel,
Little Man,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers,
Tres Demented,
The Cramps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Divine Comedy,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Bananas,
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chrome,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
Wings,
Graham Central Station,
The Birthday Party,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Loose Ends,
Alison Limerick,
Supertramp,
Roxette,
Max Romeo,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.