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 Tunisia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
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 marimba 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
The Sound,
The Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
H. Thieme,
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fela Kuti,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick May,
Bush Tetras,
Television,
Blossom Toes,
Cluster,
D'Angelo,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
The Offenders,
Scrapy,
Aural Exciters,
The Gladiators,
Lower 48,
Cheater Slicks,
Niagra,
Reagan Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radio Birdman,
Quadrant,
Peter and Kerry,
The Invisible,
Mo-Dettes,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Bad Manners,
The Fall,
The Gap Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flipper,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.