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 Venezuela and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 The Cowsills to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Technova,
Hashim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
Half Japanese,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
The Barracudas,
Eric Copeland,
Henry Cow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Davy DMX,
Agent Orange,
cv313,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Gang Starr,
Todd Terry,
Schoolly D,
8 Eyed Spy,
In Retrospect,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantytec,
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
Boz Scaggs,
Eurythmics,
Gong,
The Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Livin' Joy,
10cc,
Aswad,
Janne Schatter,
Patti Smith,
The Victims,
Kas Product,
Fela Kuti,
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
Mars,
Alton Ellis,
Joy Division,
Cymande,
Rakim,
June of 44,
Q65,
The Searchers,
Agitation Free,
Angry Samoans,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.