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 Turkmenistan and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Junior Murvin to the punk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
Mission of Burma,
Pierre Henry,
48th St. Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
KRS-One,
the Association,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
Average White Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Franke,
Radio Birdman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DNA,
Mars,
Lou Christie,
Echospace,
Pole,
Brick,
Patti Smith,
Rekid,
Whodini,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drexciya,
Underground Resistance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jandek,
Loose Ends,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
Letta Mbulu,
Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Grass Roots,
The Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Hoover,
Rites of Spring,
Flipper,
Agitation Free,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
The Golliwogs,
Fatback Band,
Lyres,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.