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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
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 Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Thompson Twins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hashim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Fatback Band,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Smooth,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
Barrington Levy,
Popol Vuh,
The Cure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Organ,
Moebius,
The Trojans,
Graham Central Station,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
The Wake,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Copeland,
Kurtis Blow,
Clear Light,
Public Enemy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Howard Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
Interpol,
Davy DMX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül II,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bluetip,
Schoolly D,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Finger,
Supertramp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sound,
The Zeros,
Unwound,
The Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
Slick Rick,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.