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 Peru and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Model 500,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Leonard Cohen,
Porter Ricks,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Schoolly D,
Don Cherry,
The Standells,
Malaria!,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cameo,
Fugazi,
Yaz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joey Negro,
The Mummies,
Gang Green,
Ossler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fortunes,
Barrington Levy,
the Slits,
David McCallum,
Barry Ungar,
Urselle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pussy Galore,
Danielle Patucci,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
Roxette,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
Wings,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
One Last Wish,
Wire,
Ohio Players,
Nils Olav,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.