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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 The Tremeloes to the punk 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Brand Nubian,
Barbara Tucker,
Radio Birdman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crime,
DJ Style,
The Neon Judgement,
Siglo XX,
The Busters,
Avey Tare,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mr. Review,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T. Rex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erasure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Graham Central Station,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Motions,
Gang of Four,
Echospace,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mark Hollis,
Joey Negro,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Infiniti,
Scientists,
Lightning Bolt,
Oblivians,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
The United States of America,
PIL,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cramps,
The Golliwogs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Byron Stingily,
Bush Tetras,
The Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker,
Metal Thangz,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joy Division,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.