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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David McCallum to the punk 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
U.S. Maple,
D'Angelo,
Royal Trux,
Ultra Naté,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cramps,
The Monks,
Junior Murvin,
the Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
Laurel Aitken,
Jawbox,
Tim Buckley,
Barry Ungar,
Magma,
KRS-One,
The Selecter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
Q65,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Patti Smith,
Hoover,
Sex Pistols,
Excepter,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Letta Mbulu,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.