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 Palau 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Pagans to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Eve St. Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deepchord,
Tommy Roe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sällskapet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mandrill,
Das Ding,
Jawbox,
Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Talk Talk,
Sarah Menescal,
Deakin,
Los Fastidios,
Roxy Music,
the Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Nas,
Anakelly,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Hoover,
Joe Smooth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Japan,
The Vogues,
Gichy Dan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aaron Thompson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
Tubeway Army,
Accadde A,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Pole,
The Saints,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
Blossom Toes,
The Move,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Happenings,
Ornette Coleman,
Desert Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
Erasure,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.