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 Burkina and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jawbox,
Idris Muhammad,
June Days,
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
Aural Exciters,
The Golliwogs,
Technova,
a-ha,
The Offenders,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
Grauzone,
The Techniques,
Rufus Thomas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
Brick,
Faust,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
The Modern Lovers,
Skaos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joey Negro,
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fugs,
Eurythmics,
kango's stein massive,
Fugazi,
Reagan Youth,
EPMD,
Girls At Our Best!,
Japan,
Intrusion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Audionom,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alphaville,
Pantytec,
Scion,
Camberwell Now,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.