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 Gabon and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Symarip to the disco 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Japan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Newcleus,
Todd Rundgren,
Khruangbin,
David McCallum,
UT,
Panda Bear,
The Leaves,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stiv Bators,
Ponytail,
The Cosmic Jokers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gong,
Altered Images,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
Flipper,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Görl,
Symarip,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
The United States of America,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siglo XX,
New York Dolls,
Silicon Teens,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
Boz Scaggs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Grauzone,
The Red Krayola,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacques Brel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.