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 South Africa and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Wings to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
Y Pants,
Pantytec,
KRS-One,
Ronan,
PIL,
Technova,
Laurel Aitken,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
Agitation Free,
Panda Bear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arab on Radar,
Davy DMX,
The J.B.'s,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Wells,
Stereo Dub,
Lalo Schifrin,
Smog,
Mars,
The Invisible,
Donald Byrd,
Nico,
The Fugs,
Suburban Knight,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magma,
the Association,
Subhumans,
Schoolly D,
Iggy Pop,
LL Cool J,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Little Man,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Simply Red,
The Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Prince Buster,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.