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 Burundi and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Aloha Tigers to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Buzzcocks,
Schoolly D,
Brick,
Isaac Hayes,
the Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Finger,
Talk Talk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shoche,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smiths,
The Techniques,
Masters at Work,
Q and Not U,
Gang Green,
Metal Thangz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jawbox,
Flash Fearless,
Harpers Bizarre,
Junior Murvin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
Grauzone,
Absolute Body Control,
Alison Limerick,
AZ,
The Real Kids,
The Fall,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Susan Cadogan,
Malaria!,
The Pop Group,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rosa Yemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arab on Radar,
Alphaville,
Johnny Clarke,
Underground Resistance,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
Skriet,
Fad Gadget,
Nico,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.