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 Grenada and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yellowson to the disco 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Schoolly D,
Au Pairs,
Sugar Minott,
Skaos,
Letta Mbulu,
Adolescents,
Sight & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Zapp,
Heaven 17,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
The Cure,
Joey Negro,
Rites of Spring,
Jimmy McGriff,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul II Soul,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
Toni Rubio,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deadbeat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
Marmalade,
Marc Almond,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rapeman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
The Residents,
Television Personalities,
Pantytec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Boredoms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lucky Dragons,
Shuggie Otis,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller,
The Count Five,
Monolake,
Black Moon,
Roxette,
The Smiths,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.