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 Guyana and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gap Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
ABC,
Motorama,
Nas,
Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The New Christs,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Normal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New York Dolls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Starr,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pulsallama,
Magma,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Icehouse,
The Litter,
The Happenings,
Reagan Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flipper,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang On A Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crime,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.