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 Finland and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Boz Scaggs 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Mills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quando Quango,
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Yellowson,
Pharoah Sanders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dead C,
The Walker Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barbara Tucker,
Oblivians,
Youth Brigade,
Hoover,
Scientists,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young,
Silicon Teens,
Radiopuhelimet,
R.M.O.,
Au Pairs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Sällskapet,
10cc,
Fela Kuti,
Niagra,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Scratch Acid,
Model 500,
Hot Snakes,
Patti Smith,
B.T. Express,
Colin Newman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pretty Things,
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Symarip,
Cymande,
The Searchers,
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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.