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 Maldives and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Mantronix to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Joy Division,
The Trojans,
Steve Hackett,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare,
The Birthday Party,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Adolescents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blackbyrds,
Nirvana,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
Radiohead,
Sound Behaviour,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
U.S. Maple,
Lyres,
Essential Logic,
Mars,
Moebius,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
Rites of Spring,
The Moleskins,
Can,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
Max Romeo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Near,
Lindisfarne,
Public Enemy,
The Fugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Mark Hollis,
Goldenarms,
The Fortunes,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The American Breed,
The Angels of Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ken Boothe,
Kenny Larkin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Thee Headcoats,
Technova,
cv313,
the Normal,
Underground Resistance,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.