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 Costa Rica and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marvin Gaye to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
X-102,
L. Decosne,
Shuggie Otis,
Talk Talk,
The Busters,
Avey Tare,
Sonic Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neu!,
Scientists,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Motions,
Faust,
Groovy Waters,
The Selecter,
New York Dolls,
Tom Boy,
Gang of Four,
The Cosmic Jokers,
OOIOO,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deakin,
Tres Demented,
Kas Product,
Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
LL Cool J,
Joe Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Warsaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Skatalites,
Kenny Larkin,
The Last Poets,
Gabor Szabo,
Fad Gadget,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Bourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fear,
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
Hasil Adkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spandau Ballet,
Marine Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.