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 Mexico and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
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 spring reverb 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 Gang Green to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Moby Grape,
Ultravox,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eddi Front,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Danielle Patucci,
The United States of America,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy Collins,
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Byrd,
The Zeros,
The Remains,
KRS-One,
Accadde A,
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Evens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jandek,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Sherman,
Eden Ahbez,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant,
Colin Newman,
Rufus Thomas,
Index,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25,
Michelle Simonal,
Fugazi,
Spandau Ballet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.