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 Greece and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Electric Prunes to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Thompson Twins,
Davy DMX,
Rotary Connection,
Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monochrome Set,
Section 25,
U.S. Maple,
Freddie Wadling,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Human League,
Jawbox,
Aswad,
Fad Gadget,
Yellowson,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
Lakeside,
Lebanon Hanover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Near,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Barrington Levy,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faraquet,
Moebius,
Sister Nancy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Main Source,
Letta Mbulu,
Harmonia,
The United States of America,
Camberwell Now,
Hot Snakes,
Roxette,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mojo Men,
Morten Harket,
Bronski Beat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter & Gordon,
Marine Girls,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Accadde A,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.