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 Sri Lanka and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Qualms to the techno 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Quantec 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Finger,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ken Boothe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Piero Umiliani,
Siglo XX,
Peter and Kerry,
Bauhaus,
The Leaves,
Skarface,
Brick,
Tim Buckley,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
Bush Tetras,
Patti Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Loose Ends,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sällskapet,
Babytalk,
Agitation Free,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Residents,
Supertramp,
Danielle Patucci,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Skatalites,
The Fortunes,
Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The United States of America,
The Smiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kayak,
John Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Grey Daturas,
Nik Kershaw,
Flash Fearless,
Thee Headcoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Susan Cadogan,
Gichy Dan,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.