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 Paraguay and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Mandrill to the techno 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
T. Rex,
Alphaville,
The Martian,
The Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
Average White Band,
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
Au Pairs,
June Days,
Sällskapet,
Supertramp,
Oneida,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Cymande,
Magazine,
The Neon Judgement,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
Liliput,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blossom Toes,
The Remains,
The Alarm Clocks,
E-Dancer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kenny Larkin,
Suicide,
The Count Five,
Maleditus Sound,
The Litter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pole,
Monolake,
The Motions,
The Names,
Malaria!,
Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cure,
One Last Wish,
The Fortunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Görl,
Alton Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II,
Cheater Slicks,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.